Die For The Party

I was wrestlin' like, should I write a verse?

The culture got enough clout-chasin' vultures out here tryna prove they worth

They need attention

They can't imagine me not tryna make

Myself look bigger off of this Kendrick mention

I can't imagine his position

Before I got on my mission, I was a party victim

I bought the party favors

I used my trauma, my single mama

To justify commas to pay the devil's wages

Woo, huh

That probably went over they heads

Basically what I said is I was government fed

Bred for doin' time in the feds, but Jesus bled

Instead of puttin' dents in they head, He turned His

My cup runneth over with nonsense

They hearts grow colder, they love to do evil, they burn they conscience

I want the dealer's head who gave my cousin fentanyl

Labels exploitin' rappin' addicts, man, I'm sick of y'all

My daddy ran with Compton Crips, my uncle's Piru

Stuck in the middle of this madness, what should I choose?

I should be choosin' between Howard and Hampton

I love the people that I ran with, but look at the damage

You want me put you on, but I know you still with the scammin'

A crooked doctor took advantage and hooked me on Xanax

It's killers sittin' in they cell for takin' somebody innocent

And they don't even feel no remorse, the worst ignorance

But when I take a look in the mirror

The blood of Uriah's on my hands 'cause I'm that killer

Who had Bathsheba in his quarters, I'm that—

Who let Eve taste the fruit of death, I'm that sinner

I deserve death along with these liars and hypocrites

Fake tough rappers who fabricate they predicaments

Fake-deep guru pushin' voodoo on the people

Tellin' folks that my God ain't real, that's real evil

Huh, I wonder what Lecrae would do

Hopefully seek the hand of God and tell 'em that he's incapable

But truthfully, I'm nobody to judge

My good deeds are like some period blood stains on a dirty rug

All that I can offer them is Jesus' love

I know it sound foolish to many, like, "Really? That's all you got for us?"

Yeah, the cross is foolish to the perishin'

The world'll call me weak and the saints'll say I embarrass 'em

I walk through valleys full of evil, I'm aware of it

I can't condemn the world and burn all of the heretics

Love is patient so I'm trustin' in the narrative

And Christ ain't watch the party die, He died instead of it