"Pride & Prejudice" lyrics

Indian in my blood, you can tell by the roots
Ain't selling dream catchers
Everybody wanna be a prophet 'ti it's time to tell the truth
Phil Mitchell with the black hoodie
Tell the Grim Reaper we can let him choose, either way
Whether it's a grave or a pearly gate
He gon' have to move, Alpha and Omega
We ain't even Qs, mm
Only Mason I'm defending in Philly, I'm feeling like killing this ceiling, uh
Is she preacher? A rapper? A poet? Maybe I'm one in a million, uh
Stretching the body, it's obvi I had me some children, they call me a villain, uh
Tell me that I ain't delivered while I'm in the river enjoying the fishes
It's living water for the ones that question the friendship
They insecure, is it?
They got them a Molly that ain't 'bout the body
This Issa to Kendrick, no carbon to copy
Tell everybody that I ain't that special, but, baby, I'm different
Y'all doing 360, my people 180
It's half of your circle that need some repentance
I'll give you the digits, it's humbling

This is pride and prejudice
Maybe I'm just relevant
Maybe I'm just arrogant
Maybe y'all need a therapist
This is pride and prejudice
Maybe I'm just relevant
Maybe I'm just arrogant
Maybe y'all need a therapist
Maybe y'all need a therapist
Maybe y'all need a therapist
Maybe y'all need a therapist
Maybe y'all need a therapist
Maybe y'all need a therapist
Maybe y'all need a therapist
Maybe y'all need a therapist
Maybe y'all need a therapist
Maybe y'all need a—

We have become what evil wishes for us to be
And that is tortured and violent against ourselves or against others
And if we understand the work of the Gospel
It is that He looks in your eyes and He offers you
The tender, clear knowledge of what you have done
Who you have harmed, how you have harmed your own heart
And then what He offers is the promise of this
What the psalmist says in Psalm 139, verse 17
"My thoughts about you are precious"