Still the King

[Intro] Here I come ready or not Frank Ocean made this record hot (What's a mob to a king?) Ye sounded better than Jay (Preach) Real talk I ain't throwing shots Certain things I shouldn't say Cause it could bring me to a stop What other doors could they close? Kept in, already locked You don't mind being soulless Cause you climbing to the top Careful who you leave toe-less Cause its a very long drop It's a very long drop(X2) [Verse 1] Money finna come to a halt There's a New World Order shifting now as I talk World leaders at the NATO summit signing it off Mine died a couple thousand years ago on the cross Have some rainy day money locked away in a vault 'Till somebody told me salvation couldn't be bought Christ then became my lord and savior as a result I move mountains with the faith the size of grains of salt Look at all this paper I can pay whatever the cost But can't buy my way to heaven who would ever have thought? Reminisce on 9/11 all the people we lost Blamed Osama for a tragedy they knew that was false Had us caught up in deception over who was at fault In Ms. Oleka class Bill told me Hoover was boss Twenty five years before I ever heard of Rick Ross If this was 1992 there'd be some murder results My homie said his uncle told him all the murders he caught Disturbed the more he heard him talk, but it was all he was taught Stores still don't show us love after all we done bought I've reached my pinnacle with the subliminal insults I'm not a criminal, nor do I understand that talk So why you speaking in a language that distort my thoughts To him that's kin to you, so for I catch an assault Or give a sin to you, out the doors I walk But I'll remember you and pray my heart absorbs no frost Like how Decembers doing, pray to God that yours defrost Like when the winters through But it's more my fault For even lining up outside your store at four below frost To buy some tennis shoes, that I'm surely gon' floss And walk around all pigeon-toed like I don't normally walk Cause I paid a hundred fifty more than what they normally cost Cause I got mine a whole two weeks 'fore yours could even be bought Knowing my rent is due and I'm two hundred short so I've lost It's hard enough I gotta tell this landlord I'm short You know like tenants do but bothered even more cause I'm lost Knowing I know the truth but eating from the fork of the false Just like a sinner do when seem as if the moral the sauce I put up in the stew the more I get, the more that's bit off The more I tend to chew, the more I see myself with no pulse And bombed the chemicals cause death is the result of it all Lord I repent to your for every single thing that I talk That I pretend to that clearly never showed in my walk That I resembled you but hinted who was supposed to been taught So that they can improve but seen the news and more can exalt So they can know the truth, and Imma heir to the cloth Spiritually ridiculed because I carry the cross It's funny how you people run up to me trying to insult Asking if I do gospel music as if I'm the one off Do not confuse it Imma speak the gospel long as I walk Don't put no title on my music, no whatever I talk It's not deluded, therapeutic, 'bout to fix my exhaust And drive to church on Sunday morning, in my favorite Lacoste [Outro] Human beings in the mob What's a mob to a king What's a king to my God What's my God to a non-believer that don't believe in anything? He's still a king Still king Woo!