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