"That's God" lyrics

First of all
Some of y'all look a lil' crazy
You understand, in the heat, don't point up at the Son
Brother, you look a lil' shady
Word on the street is you dissed the kid
I missed it, kid, happy belated (Missed it)
How you gon' be on ten? You keep it a hunnid, twin
You downgraded (Downgraded)
Some of these people been pimpin' Jesus' name
I'm bein' honest (Pimpin' Jesus')
I can tell you don't get no helping hand
After a pinkie promise (No pinkie, yeah)
I can tell you be lyin' right through your teeth
And you need a orthodontist (You lyin')
Even they can't pay King Jesus back
Boy, you better be payin' homage (Payin')
Look at the map, they want me divided, "Phew
Why was you saying you prolly been hurting some feelings?"
They want me to hide it
Judging the street, but you doing in private
Why they be pullin' you down?
Had my whole life on the ground, I'm still survivin'
Had 'em all crashin' out like drinkin' and drivin'
Coulda been unalivin' (They coulda been), I come in like cujo (Yeah)
Big dog, I don't gotta go follow the trend
They thinkin' they cool though (They're not)
They pick up the phone to go fake-cry
And these people be givin' 'em kudos (Faker)
They pick up the phone to tell lies
In the Bible, they lookin' for Lupos (Liar)
Either keep it real or cap on the Instagram reel'
No, you can't do both (You can't)
And I ain't tryna catch what they got
I had to get from 'round there, that was too close (I'm gone)
I ain't tryna get none of my blessings stripped away
Janet Jackson at the Super Bowl (Let's go)
I'ma slide for the Lord with the sword in my hand
Like Peter Pan and Rufio
Out of all people, devil, you should know
Pray For Somebody (Pray–)