(It's a cult, 2019, holla at me)
(Aye, huh)

Stop it with the talkin' I ain't got no animosity
Called it when I profit you could say that shit a prophecy
The topics that you talkin' make me think you doin' comedy
I shop it on the market every morning like a shoppin' spree (Heh)
See I love it when they doubt it
And rub it in they face they can read all about it
Can't paint a perfect pic, I don't need the perfect pallette
They be comin' at me sideways but still I keep my balance
God gon' get the glory in the story that I'm brewin'
Sorry I'm not sorry I beleive in what I'm doin'
Your God sound prеtty Godly let me see him let him provе it
I got mountains that need movin', 'round them lions and they droolin'
I been through a lot these the lessons that I taught
See I got a lot to teach 'cause I had a lotta loss
You tryna eat with me I'mma ask you what you brought
Nothin' in this life is free, everything still got a cost

Show up at your party, won't show my face
It's a cult I'm sorry, fuck your gang
Everybody want the money, but don't want change
You don't gotta love me, I'll be okay

Yeah
They talkin' and they barkin' like I care if they beleive it
Honestly you right bro, you think it you gon' be it
I'm not tryna fight bro, I'm on that turn the cheek shit
Holdin' golden lightbulb, I win if I'm defeated
Yeah
What's the plan without the work
What's the blessin without curse
Been depressed and I been hurt
I been stressed and I got burnt
I been tested and I learned
I been tempted, I discerned
Loved them lessons, but hate church
I been knows[?] a lot, thought they s'pose to help the flock
But they always talkin' guap, thought they s'pose to show the loss
Just because I'm sayin "fuck" I can't beleive in God?
That sound fuckin' crazy like they teachin Islam wrong
Sayin' "Bombs is Jihad, don't use peace, use your arms"
Use my speech I disarm words stronger than the sword
Learned the mindset from the Lord, man defined him by his wars
Progress ain't the final score, if you hate this bless you more
Show up at your party, won't show my face
It's a cult I'm sorry, fuck your gang
Everybody want the money, but don't want change
You don't gotta love me, I'll be okay (Yeah)