A heathen can't tell me non

That AMP boi im clutching

Them angel they over me

You pop my balloon, they bussin

Could never forget Mike Brown

You know my bros in the bricks right now

Tryna march on those streets of gold

Then build your house on that Solid Ground

Take Communion, got Bread on me

Feed yo mama with fish and loaf

In an SRT Hellcat speeding

Jesus, take the wheel, you know he drove

And Jezebel loves to switch

She walks like she pigeon-toed

If she aint come from my rib

We send a trick walking home

Do etymology on every word in this song

And look, if you don't see Christ

In these words I type

Then put one in my dome

But till I'm gone

These people aint scaring nothing

Got a switch on my word, a button

I see Diablo running

U see em? PLEASE SEND A LO

See a demon send me the low

See a demon, then send me the lo

Got that word on my hand ill

Got that word in my hand ill blo

In that cell, I found peace like Silas

Brand new sword, and I'm ready to slice

Save by the blood, so they thinking im right

Spreading the light so I really am right

Switch on a script that's a different translation

I need it clear, need it blatant

See Pharasee and i know they be hating

I had to wait dog i had to be patient

You switch on me, then I hope that u make it

Just know that there's always room at the table

Yego right by me, my brother adjacent

I got 'em stomped like I'm Kirk, Middle Finger to satan

A heathen can't tell me non

Equip that sword then bust

They say my family crazy

I'm still praying for my cousin

U switch up on me, I love you

The switch on my script a cutter

They say every knee gone bow,

U switch on the king u bugging

A heathen can't tell me nothing

Pharisee, tell me non

Boi you can't tell me nothing

It's about Yah, I love it

It's about Yah, then run it

They see I Jah with me

I still gotta sword I clutchcit

Carry the word

Carry the word FN

I'm finna dump out the shells

Blessing they come through the zelle

I run it back, NFL

My God, he paying the bail

Looks like it came in the mail

water to wine I ain't sipping that drank

Covered in blood, you would think that I paint

Why do you think that they call me a saint

TR3 tell em turn up the bass

Got holy water, I sip out the vase

I'm in Atlanta, a brave

Why do you think that I keep touching plates

I feel like a trooper, I'm running the base

walk into Lenox, they knowing my name, got Cartier frames on top of my face

Blessing they come through the Zelle

I run it back, NFL

I'm doing it big, I'm building my faith

I slide on the devil, not leaving a trace

A heathen can't tell me non

That AMP boi im clutching

Them angel they over me

You pop my balloon, they bussin

But till om gone, gotta switch on my word a button

I see Diablo running