What in the world?

Y'all want lyrics?

Y'all want rap?

It's Jackie Hill Perry with RKO

Yeah

Yeah, helicopter flow

Stopping at Pappadeauxs

You want popular

I'ma pop the doe and then drop the four

That's living water

How many men till it's finished, daughter?

Pardon the language

Sayonara to them cinco amigas you came with

They like when the lane switch

They driving you crazy

Donda baby out in the West

Ain't looking at Mecca when stretching the stress

Uh, casting them cares like a net, catching the wretch

Melchizedek blessing elect

Salem, say less

Coming for hearts like an artery

Conviction has just been a part of me

The verdict is certain, come martyr me

Come out him

That little piggy went to market the target on Broadway

Where the God stays from this world

He throwing them arrows at your girl, I'm ducking 'em

Knuck if you buck

Giving us Drake, you thinking you tough?

Stepping on grace won't cover that scuff

Even that lace won't sober you up

Addicted to what? I know

If it's a mission, the sentence is go

If it's a sentence, the prison is hope

Penance ain't printed, the pope ain't getting no Christian atoned, yeah

Come on, we talking about practice

Practice

We got the franchise player here

And we talkin' 'bout practice?

Prac—

Really?

Practice?

Yeah

Yeah

I made peace with having enemies

The last days, a ashtray

This vape body, you can't smoke

You can't smoke, I see different

Inhale, you gon' breathe different

That's contact, this covenant

Signed that in blood, that's on love

Ain't no hugs when I come against this cold world with no sweaters

They said, "Freeze," hope you know better

Police bullets through the coat, they singing Coachella

Your golden calf is faux leather

Holy cow, rolling down streets of gold, smiling like I'm Tobe, wow, picture whether

You yourself or an image better

We better at being devils with snake skins

We warm-blooded, the Lord coming, we warned, buddy, to make fins

The Lord flooded, it's more colors to rain with

The storm coming, the ark and Noah's covenant

Bargain with God, you better off puttin' without the mulligan

Ooh, Daniel Tiger, I know a lion with stripes

That red sweater ain't clever in neighborhoods with the pie

That's 314, and we ate, now stomach that

How you gon' kill a body that's godly and mummy-wrapped?

Tutankhamun denominator is resurrection for us

You plaguing around the body, that staff gon' turn you to dust

It's gnat time, I hope you get that line

Lyrics be flying above the head, does your scalp climb?

The head of the body is coming back, can't decap God

Rat Pack vibe, Sammy Davis Jr, seeing through you, tap left eye

It's a chilly one

My hope is a Philly one

The meek will inherit it, there is parrots, Vanilli sons

Copycat, I'm a dog, you, of all people

Shouldn't get involved with this algebra, we ain't equal

Two lines in my pride, I'ma die, then the sequel

You abide, so do I—

We talking 'bout practice

Everyday

Everyday

From when the sun come up to when the sun go—

We talking 'bout practice, man!

Come on, man!