Sunday Service

Of my whole life I've been so dang proud
Screaming so loud
"Come to church, come to church, come to Sunday Service"
Handicap on da car, guess who's swervin'
Pure protein, guess who's servin'
Me, not the model on IG
The food might be hot but atleast she ain't behind me
She's inclining, she can tell it's hard to find me
Got the busy work, like the habits of a blind bee
Wait he can't see
But he still got this workplace
Jesus was born in a manger, but still worked with his birthplace

Uh, still killin' all these lame mumble rappers
They the bees without bumble rappers
They the butterfingered players with they fumble rappers
They the 'don't know how to be humble' rappers
Speaking on Lamar, I will never be a stumble rapper
If I have to, I will put my fists up and I will pummel rappers
And for some lyricists, I might have to step up and huddle rappers
For the unspoken ones, ones who gon' fall into puddle rappers

Daydreams make it hard for Thanos to eliminate me
He can't touch, not as much, or try to discriminate me
I am a light force, kicking in the dark doors
What you say, dark man, riding in a dark Porsche
Come to team ol' man, riding on your black horse
What you say, race driver, riding on the back course
Uh

I'm going too far now
I'm the one who gon' raise the bar now
Days of Lamar, pow
Higher power is what I need
To succeed, and i'm not start a riot, a stampede
A creed, fit for a king, the unsung, to the unwilling, the sun's sting
The bun and the wing on the table, with a pot, of a lot, of greens and jumper cables
With the stables, of broke horses never fed
How can you take some damage but you have never bled