| Peep it, peep it OH MY GOD!
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| Pe-peep these people fiending
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| Fiending to be seen as king and leaning in they, CHROMED OUT CARS
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| Ri-riding high, su-superfly wood wheel, they grasp it tight
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| Locomotive midnight strolling through Georgia they Gladys Knight
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| Tipping, neon glass is bright switches make the back take flight
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| Lay it down, raise it up stu-stunting gives 'em bragging rights
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| All this so they swag is tight idolatry for status right
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| But they blind to the prison and the image that they living in all this sin
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| From Adam’s vice
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| All of us we get this, yeah distorted views of image, yeah
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| Made in God’s likeness but despite this mankind is blemished, yeah
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| So men chase them fancy cars riding on them fancy bars
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| All so they can get respect when we cruising down the boulevard
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| So I grab the mic in here just to bring some light in here
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| Flip-flip the script just like a switch to spark this hit bring Christ in Here
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| Since man can’t see who they should be I’m a spit this so they can see
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| Outside of Christ you’re bound for life a slave to your Idolatry
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| Self proclaimed kings bragging cause they on chrome
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| But 26 inches is a pretty low throne
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| They riding on chrome on chrome on chrome
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| A pretty low throne low throne low throne
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| On chrome on chrome on chrome
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| Low throne low throne low throne
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| I see ya riding big, boy
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| Like Andre and his friend, boy
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| Got the SUV with the chromed out feet
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| And the seats is ostrich skin, boy
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| And naw that ain’t a sin, boy
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| But tell me where it ends, boy
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| Cause the truck don’t bring you luck and sho nuf ain’t goin pay yo sins,
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| Boy
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| Gone head worship that tin toy
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| And in the end watch crumple like tin foil
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| Is that what you really wanna live for, do you read me, dawg?
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| Is that 10−4? |
| You spent 10−4 for chrome, bruh
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| But Jesus still don’t know ya You worship that cold steel and still ya heart is colder
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| Can’t say we ain’t told ya, we told you like we s’posed to The rims don’t deserve that praise but the one who does hung like a poster
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| You post up on the block so the girls they flock
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| When they see you ridin' by, the boys see ya ridin'
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| High and you the one that they admire
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| Now if ya set jacked and crash that whip
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| That’ll hurt you pride, yo status stripped
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| You thought your car could bless you like it’s God
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| But no my father is Idolatry it bothers Him
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| And when they make some hotter rims
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| Your gods gets rusty so you change religions like Madonna did
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| Self proclaimed kings bragging cause they on chrome
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| But 26 inches is a pretty low throne
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| They riding on chrome on chrome on chrome
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| A pretty low throne low throne low throne
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| On chrome on chrome on chrome
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| Low throne low throne low throne
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| They look hard like OH, GOD!, and you make them they say who that?
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| So you look hard like you God, all the while you ain’t really got a clue
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| That
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| E-ve-ry-thang (thang) was made for the king of kings
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| True that through the only name, higher than every name
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| You don’t get it then you maybe wanna move back
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| Yeah, I’m trying to tell ya mane yeah, I’m trying to warn ya dog
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| You can play me to the left like I’m dribbling to the right and get
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| Defensive but sin will scorn you dog
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| Leave you marred in your vision all scarred like incisions
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| Men marked like in prison that ain’t all dog
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| Pretty soon there’s an idol assuming the Lord’s title
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| Like He’s idle but He’s more like a sawed-off
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| When it comes, to His glory
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| Man please believe me, BOY, He don’t play that
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| This is more, than metaphors
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| Man this is the truth so baby, BOY, where your faith at Let me help, it should be in One who provides
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| Better yet, the only One who could save our lives
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| Cause the things on this earth shouldn’t be placed first
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| Over Him, the only One who gave us His life
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| But on the cool (on the cool) it ain’t sin (it ain’t sin), if you ride rims
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| (Ride rims) (ugh-uhh)
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| Make it do (make it do) what it do (what it do) but whatever you do, don’t
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| Idolize them
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| But if you have (if you have) then repent turn back now cry out to Him
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| Commandment one, demands that none, be placed above this God in here |