Indian in my blood
You can tell by the roots
Ain’t selling dream catchers
Everybody wanna be a prophet
Til it’s time tell the truth
It's Phil Mitchell
With the black hoodie
Tell the grim reaper
We can let him choose
Either way
Whether it’s a grave
Or a pearly gate
He gon have to move
Alpha and Omega
We ain’t even Qs
Mmm
Only Mason
I’m defending in Philly
I’m feeling like killing this ceiling
Is she preacher, a rapper, a poet
Maybe I’m one in a million
Uh, I’m stretching the body
It’s obvi I had me some children
They call me a villain
They tell me I ain’t delivered
While I’m in the river
Enjoying the fishes
It’s living water
For the ones that question the friendship
They insecure is it
They got them a molly
That ain’t bout the body
This Issa to Kendrick, no carbon to copy
Tell everybody
I ain’t that special
But baby I’m different
Yall doing three sixty, my people one eighty
It’s half of your circle
That need some repentance
I’ll give you the digits
It’s humbling

It’s just pride and prejudice
Maybe I’m just relevant
Maybe I’m just arrogant
Maybe y’all need a therapist
It’s just pride and prejudice
Maybe I’m just relevant
Maybe I’m just arrogant
Maybe y’all need a therapist

Maybe y’all need a therapist
Maybe y’all need a therapist
Maybe y’all need a therapist
Maybe y’all need a therapist
Maybe y’all need a therapist
Maybe y’all need a therapist
Maybe y’all need a therapist
Maybe y’all need a therapist
Maybe y’all need a

We have become
What evil wishes for us to be
And that is tortured and violent
Against ourselves or against others
And if we understand the work of the gospel
It is that He looks in your eyes
And He offers you the tender
Clear knowledge of what you have done
Who you have harmed
How you have harmed your own heart
And then what He offers is the promise of this
What the psalmist says in
Psalm one hundred thirty-nine verse seventeen
My thoughts about You are precious