"Get Low" lyrics

Yeah, yeah, humility, humility
Get low, boy
Get low, girl
Humility, humility

I really shouldn't trust myself 'cause without God I'm nothin but dust myself
So full of pride I disgust myself so I stay tryna crucify and crush myself
I ain't tryna say I hate myself but my sin nature got me tryin praise myself
So, I get low, prostrate myself
And pray to God that I don't play myself
Yeah
Folks actin like Nebuchadnezzar
Like their feet don't stink, like they got it together
God have to break 'em down, put 'em back together
'Cause he looks to the humble to find his pleasure
Whether we missin hub caps or roll on dubs
The Earth is the footstool of God above
Check Isaiah 66 and face it, bruh
We're only significant because he raised us up
To get low

Get low, get low, get low, get low, get low get low get low
Dis ain't one of them nasty throws I'm talkin 'bout humble yourself before the Lord
Uh. Get low, get low, get low, get low, get low get low get low
You ain't gotta touch the floor, but ya gotta give props to the God who rose
Get low

This easy don't let me get comfortable, so full of myself I'm comfortable
Folks wantin you the radio pumpin you start feelin yourself and now the Lord gotta humble you
Make sure you do a heart check man
You trying to rep Christ though you reppin your name
You in it for his glory or you in it for your game
'Cause the Lord know the truth and if you doin it in vain
You think you gon' miss yo chance?
You trust in the Lord over circumstance (Whoa)
'Cause God will open the door for those
Who don't chase, ain't hopin for gold
I pray this song soak in ya dome
So our God won't have to leave you broken to know
That he's searchin your heart and he's bound to know
If you goin for his name or you goin for yours

Get low, get low, get low, get low, get low get low get low
Dis ain't one of them nasty throws I'm talkin 'bout humble yourself before the Lord
Uh. Get low, get low, get low, get low, get low get low get low
You ain't gotta touch the floor, but ya gotta give props to the God who rose
Get low

Check, Christ got low for days
He's the God in the flesh we're supposed to praise
But he made himself low like the folks he made
And he died. So, our God had him rose in days, yeah
And that's the way you do that man
We submit to the God who can do all thangs
Call him "El Elyon". Yeah. Pursue that name
Not the money not the glory don't pursue that thang, what
In a matter worthy of yo 'cause
You a Christian, humility, you know that dawg
Yeah I know it's kinda hard ever since the fall
Humility hasn't made much sense at all
Everybody say it's all about you–but naw
Don't believe in the lies don't trust a dawg
Just trust in the God who can crush us all
But to those that He chose—yeah he loves us all
Get low