Pop Quiz

Satan prayed on my downfall, yeah, I know he prayed on my downfall

Just a kid from Poppywood, yo, I stood tall Let em' keep prayin', John won't ever fall

This is a blessing, I won't take it for granted Jesus loves you on the shirt, and the Youngin' been branded

And I go out every day, makin' sure it seeds are planted

Cause I'm worshipin' a God who went and made all the planets

I ain't gon' lie, life's been beatin' me down

I was lost, now I'm found

You hear Johnny, I'm the talk of the town Satan wanna fight, and I'm goin' five rounds

Where the breastplate of righteousness, as my night gown

Huh, kinda feels good to be hated

And since I followed Jesus, I'm a threat to

Mr. Satan

What's your life goal?

Man, I work for five bands

Built my house on the rock, they built their

house on the sand

Life is tough, I ain't gon' lie to you

I just found a way to get things off my chest in the booth

If you hear Johnny talkin' about life, it's the truth

That's why I rap, I'm tellin' people what I'm goin' through

They got ice on the neck, but the Youngin' been colder

I got all my Bible stories packed in one folder

The Son he was dead, he got up, moved to a boulder

Now me and twin are saved, and they ask who's older

He gon' test you cause he knows that you're the strongest soldier

Yeah, he put you on a platter cause you never foldin'

They asked me between John and Johnny who is bolder

And I told em' it was John cause he was born

with motion

Yeah, pop quiz, I didn't study for this

Satan tempt me and I fall, my mama gonna be ticked

They told me study, went to go play b-ball up in the gym

Maybe Paul will be in class today, I'll cheat off of him

Nah, I lied, this ain't no paper test

This quiz a bigger grade, it gon' make you upset

Man, I'm talkin' about life, it ain't gon

let you rest

Satan a nightmare, he gon' keep being a pest

I don't get why Satan tempt us, homie

God brought angels down, Lucy ain't winnin', homie

And Satan told me, if I'm goin' down, you goin' down too

Cause if I live in hell, then I steal your whole crew

Man, Mr. Luci, he delirious God comin' back, I ain't jokin', why so serious

They think we jokin', the trumpet sound, now they hearin' us

The spirit gets us through this crummy life, there ain't no fear in us

And Satan prayed on my downfall

You know he prayed on my downfall

Look, just a kid from Poppywood, yo, I stood tall

Let em' keep prayin', John will never fall