Verse 1:
We done came up in the game to rep the name that's the norm, not ya big body Lac, fat paper sacks, or your charm
Not your lady-like diva you use to keep you warm and not the fat happy sack of doja to keep you calm
While you big daddy grilling 'em, Sprewell spinning 'em, Cadillac killing 'em, the Lord ain't felling 'em
See He's the King and your rocks ain't work a thing yet you rock the bling, but you ain't gon mock the King
Cause the rocks would sing before He let you block His thing, man just watch the scene because the Rock He is the King
And He throwed, but you busy worshipping chrome, thick yella bones in the zone trying to live life on your own
And the Lord's chilling watching man trust himself while we all sinning, we front like we don't need His help
But we all missing the fact that trusting in yourself while you called Christian is still sin in itself

Hook:
Houston we have a problem, we have a problem, Houston we have a problem, we have a

Verse 2:
Now you know that you should leave the streets, puffing sweets, chasing cash from week to week, but you won't because you fiend to see your dreams
Owning a house at that place where you can see the beach and easily get them girls that you can see that leave the beach
So she can be your stand for one night in between the sheets and then you leave, hop inside your Lac so you can peep the scene
You keep it clean gripping on the grain as you sip the lean, swanging mean, sinning like a pimp' Brush your shoulders off
You can live like a boss, you can floss like a boss, pay the cost to rep the North, rock a cross and still be lost
Cause without the savior no neighbor no paper, no Jacob no make-up could make up the break up, but make us forsake the Creator
That's why we need a Savior that's why I'm hollering out Jesus, drowning in our sin and we need Him to come retrieve us
Believe us it's time you stopped trusting in yourself, plus your wealth, lay aside every weight before you crush yourself

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