[Intro]
You oughta stand on something eventually, guys
Show them indie tribe, cosign it!
We cosignin' indie tribe, indie tribe is tough
Ten out of ten, I don't care, and, yeah (Time is tough, woo)

[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap
Better to master than to be mastered by petty cash
Anything you attached to's a heavy bag
Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that
I could never go the ways of the masses, ayy
Couldn't be a slavе to the lashes (Can't do it)
Rather diе than a life full of average
Got a King James and it came with a casket (Oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy)

[Verse 1: nobigdyl.]
Grave digger, fade giver, debate winner
Pacin' and impatient 'cause the rage in him
Graceless and elated when he spray venom
But the Savior took eraser to the hate in him
Had to face it, need a facelift, 'cause, lately
Feelin' like a slave to the screen, caught me in HD (HD)
Had to take a break from the posts like I was Swae Lee (Swae Lee)
Blocked twenty-seven accounts, now that's a great week (Haha)
President Dyllie, I need you to impeach me
Glory to the King of Kings, I need to decrease
The devil was whining and then we dropped "CECE"
And I eat beats all week, call me Keith Lee (Keith Lee)
It's A-B-C, one-two-three
CSV, KJV
Translation: as long as you waitin' for the day to face J.C.​
We on the same team, even though the game may be (Ayy)
[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap
Better to master than to be mastered by petty cash
Anything you attached to's a heavy bag
Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that
I could never go the ways of the masses, ayy
Couldn't be a slave to the lashes (Can't do it)
Rather die than a life full of average
Got a King James and it came with a casket (Oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy)

[Verse 2: Jon Keith]
Mm-mm, baby, you couldn't pay me (I'm not [?])
Draw the line, who tryna get it? Go 'head and trace me
Now you switchin' up for the clout, you did a lame thing (Lameo)
Maybe this the real you now, or maybe it's Maybelline
Ayy, Keith, what you saying, don't fold up
Can't see what I'm painting, let me own up
Everything that you chasing really own ya'
And they seem to like slavery, don't approach us
I just dug my own grave and it's lit (Yeah)
Traded in my cash for a crown and it fit (Fit)
Please don't ask if we signin' again
Puttin' rappers in the ground, the only time I use my pen, right (Brrt-brrow!)
Ayy, blessings still coming from top down (Top!)
Right, you wanna ride wit' your top down? (Nah!)
Yeah, how much my price, it's a lot now ([?])
Yeah, Christ got my masters, I'm— (Ow!)
[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap
Better to master than to be mastered by petty cash
Anything you attached to's a heavy bag
Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that
I could never go the ways of the masses, ayy
Couldn't be a slave to the lashes (Can't do it)
Rather die than a life full of average
Got a King James and it came with a casket (Oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy)

[Verse 3: Mogli the Iceburg]
Yo
Take all my blessings, double it and pass it to someone else (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got more comin', my shortcomings been covered fully (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
By the One who poured out His blood for me to conquer hell (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep on prayin' to the universe, man, whatever helps
You might assume that you know all my views
'Cause you watched some dude on YouTube misusin' some Scripture (Who are you? Huh?)
I'm sure you've contemplated the wisdom of the ages
And came to the conclusion you see the whole picture (There's more to it)
You need to look at the Leviathan
There go another bruised ego, amigo
I don't wanna hear you play the world's smallest violin (I don't feel bad)
You see me stuntin' with my Daddy and I'm stylin'
The Son of Man took us fishin', and cast aside my ambition (Yeah, uh-huh)
And now we real in the mission, convertin' way too efficient (Uh-huh)
I turned my pride off to listen, the fear of God begets wisdom
The Surgeon made an incision to heal me (Yeah)
[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap
Better to master than to be mastered by petty cash ([?])
Anything you attached to's a heavy bag (Yeah)
Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that
I could never go the ways of the masses, ayy
Couldn't be a slave to the lashes (Can't do it)
Rather die than a life full of average
Got a King James and it came with a casket (Oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy)

[Outro: DJ Mykael V]
Whole lotta bodybags in here right now
Here's a bouquet of flowers
Drop it on the casket, say your farewells-
Mwa! Kiss it goodbye!