Peep it, peep it
OH MY GOD!
Pe-peep these people fiending
Fiending to be seen as king and leaning
In they, CHROMED OUT CARS
Ri-riding high, su-superfly
Wood wheel, they grasp it tight
Locomotive midnight strolling through Georgia
They Gladys Knight
Tipping, neon gla** is bright
Switches make the back take flight
Lay it down, raise it up
Stu-stunting gives 'em bragging rights
All this so they swag is tight
Idolatry for status right
But they blind to the prison and the image that they living in
All this sin from Adam's vice
All of us we get this, yeah
Distorted views of image, yeah
Made in God's likeness but despite this mankind is blemished, yeah
So men chase them fancy cars
Riding on them fancy bars
All so they can get respect when we cruising down the boulevard
So I grab the mic in here
Just to bring some light in here
Flip-flip the script just like a switch to spark this hit
Bring Christ in here
Since man can't see who they should be
I'm a spit this so they can see
Outside of Christ you're bound for life
A slave to your Idolatry
Self proclaimed kings bragging cause they on chrome
But 26 inches is a pretty low throne
They riding on chrome
On chrome
On chrome
A pretty low throne
Low throne
Low throne
On chrome
On chrome
On chrome
Low throne
Low throne
Low throne