Casket Testo

Praise God, shame the devil
Yeah

Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap
Better to master than to be massa'd by petty cash
Anything you attached to's a heavy bag
Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that
I could never go the ways of the masses
Couldn't be a slave to the lashes
Rather die than a life full of average Got a King James and it came with a casket

Hey, grave digger, fade giver, debate winner
Pacin' and impatient 'cause the rage in him
Graceless and elated when he spray venom
But the Savior took eraser to the hate in him
Had to face it, need a face lift
Lately, feelin' like a slave to the screen, caught me in HD
Had to take a break from the posts like I was Swae Lee
Blocked twenty seven accounts, now that's a great week
President Dyllie, I need you to impeach me
Glory to the King of Kings, I need to decrease
The devil was whining and then we dropped "CECE"
And I eat beats all week, call me Keith Lee
A-B-C, 1-2-3, CSV, KJV
Translation, as long as you waitin' for the day to face J.C
We on the same team, even though the game may be, ayy

Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap
Better to master than to be massa'd by petty cash Anything you attached to's a heavy bag
Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that
I could never go the ways of the masses
Couldn't be a slave to the lashes
Rather die than a life full of average
Got a King James and it came with a casket

Yeah, mmm
Baby, you couldn't pay me
Draw the line, who tryna' get it, go 'head and trace me
Now you switchin' up for the clout, you did a lame thing
Maybe this the real you now, or maybe it's Maybelline
Ayy, Keith, what you saying, don't fold up
Can't see what I'm painting, let me own up
Everything that you chasing, it really own ya'
And they seem to like slavery, don't approach us
I just dug my own grave and it's lit
Traded in my cash for a crown and it fit
Please don't ask if we signin' again
Puttin' rappers in the ground, the only time I use my pen, right
Yeah, blessings still coming from top down
Right, you wanna ride with your top down
Yeah, how much my price, that's a lot now
Yeah, Christ got my masters, I'm—

Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap
Better to master than to be massa'd by petty cash
Anything you attached to's a heavy bag
Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that
I could never go the ways of the masses
Couldn't be a slave to the lashes
Rather die than a life full of average
Got a King James and it came with a casket

Yeah, take all my blessings, double it and give 'em to someone else
I got more comin', my short comings
Been covered by the One who poured out His blood for me to conquer hell
Keep on prayin' to the universe, man (Whatever helps)
You might assume that you know all my views
'Cause you watched some dude on YouTube misusin' some Scripture
I'm sure you've contemplated the wisdom of the ages and came to the conclusion, you see the whole picture
You need to look at the Leviathan
There go another bruised ego, amigo
I don't wanna hear you play the world's smallest violin
You see me stuntin' with my Daddy and I'm stylin'
The Son of Man took His fishin'
I cast inside my ambition
And now we reelin' the mission
Convertin' way too effecient
I turned my pride down to listen
The fear of God been—
If He was healing the sick, He healed me

Aye, head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap
Better to master than to be massa'd by petty cash
Anything you attached to's a heavy bag
Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that
I could never go the ways of the masses
Couldn't be a slave to the lashes
Rather die than a life full of average
Got a King James and it came with a casket

What you mean, "It came in a casket"?
That mean it's dead, it's done
Like your careers, you bums