"$nOT NO$E" lyrics
What they know 'bout Jesus Christ? I'm tryna set the motto
Said Christ could take the wheel, and I ain't talkin' Grand Theft Auto
I'm tryna spread the Word across the country like vibrato
I'm sick of all the sin, they tryna call me Snot Nose
I'm breakin' down the boat, I'm tryna get the cargo
Wherever Jesus Christ is finna go, then I'ma follow
I might just take a chance like I'm the rapper from Chicago
Ain't no promise for tomorrow (Uh-huh)
And I might take a trip to hit the Mar-a-Lago
What, okay, uh-huh
Like Shadrach and Abednego, we hoppin' out the furnace
They threw me in that fire, then they thought I started burnin' (Okay)
I'm covered by the blood, they can't even test my epidermis
And when I get to Heaven, I'll say, "Thank You for Your service"
'Cause they can't even touch the kid, I think this thing is workin'
What they know 'bout Jesus Christ? I'm tryna set the motto
Said Christ could take the wheel, and I ain't talkin' Grand Theft Auto
I'm tryna spread the Word across the country like vibrato
I'm sick of all the sin, they tryna call me Snot Nose
What, okay, uh-huh
My Bible got a trigger, but it's not a Glock
I said, "La-di-da-di-da" (Okay)
Pull up with the Holy Bible (Wait), not a Glock (Whew)
Devil might get chopped up, he on the choppin' block (TRIM)
It's time to go, I grab my shoes and my socks
What they know 'bout Jesus Christ? I'm tryna set the motto
Said Christ could take the wheel, and I ain't talkin' Grand Theft Auto
I'm tryna spread the Word across the country like vibrato
I'm sick of all the sin, they tryna call me Snot Nose
I'm breakin' down the boat, I'm tryna get the cargo
Wherever Jesus Christ is finna go, then I'ma follow
I might just take a chance like I'm the rapper from Chicago
Ain't no promise for tomorrow
And I might take a trip to hit the Mar-a-Lago
Uh, they say, "Alex, man, you smell good," that's Ferragamo
Tell myself, don't matter what I'm stuntin', gon' stunt with God, though
I might go eat the Word like it was fondue
They wanna keep the guap, but I'm gon' run through
My Bible got a trigger like a gun, too
Let's go
I crack open my Bible, it's never finna rot
Don't matter what we do, we not gon' let it drop
Put down the crown of life, we headed to the top
Standin' on the streets of gold like it's still the block
Said Christ could take the wheel, and I ain't talkin' Grand Theft Auto
I'm tryna spread the Word across the country like vibrato
I'm sick of all the sin, they tryna call me Snot Nose
I'm breakin' down the boat, I'm tryna get the cargo
Wherever Jesus Christ is finna go, then I'ma follow
I might just take a chance like I'm the rapper from Chicago
Ain't no promise for tomorrow (Uh-huh)
And I might take a trip to hit the Mar-a-Lago
What, okay, uh-huh
Like Shadrach and Abednego, we hoppin' out the furnace
They threw me in that fire, then they thought I started burnin' (Okay)
I'm covered by the blood, they can't even test my epidermis
And when I get to Heaven, I'll say, "Thank You for Your service"
'Cause they can't even touch the kid, I think this thing is workin'
What they know 'bout Jesus Christ? I'm tryna set the motto
Said Christ could take the wheel, and I ain't talkin' Grand Theft Auto
I'm tryna spread the Word across the country like vibrato
I'm sick of all the sin, they tryna call me Snot Nose
What, okay, uh-huh
My Bible got a trigger, but it's not a Glock
I said, "La-di-da-di-da" (Okay)
Pull up with the Holy Bible (Wait), not a Glock (Whew)
Devil might get chopped up, he on the choppin' block (TRIM)
It's time to go, I grab my shoes and my socks
What they know 'bout Jesus Christ? I'm tryna set the motto
Said Christ could take the wheel, and I ain't talkin' Grand Theft Auto
I'm tryna spread the Word across the country like vibrato
I'm sick of all the sin, they tryna call me Snot Nose
I'm breakin' down the boat, I'm tryna get the cargo
Wherever Jesus Christ is finna go, then I'ma follow
I might just take a chance like I'm the rapper from Chicago
Ain't no promise for tomorrow
And I might take a trip to hit the Mar-a-Lago
Uh, they say, "Alex, man, you smell good," that's Ferragamo
Tell myself, don't matter what I'm stuntin', gon' stunt with God, though
I might go eat the Word like it was fondue
They wanna keep the guap, but I'm gon' run through
My Bible got a trigger like a gun, too
Let's go
I crack open my Bible, it's never finna rot
Don't matter what we do, we not gon' let it drop
Put down the crown of life, we headed to the top
Standin' on the streets of gold like it's still the block
Writer(s): Alex Jean
