Kyle Wildfern - John 9:05 lyrics

[Intro] John 9:5 As long as I am in the world, I am the light of this world [Hook: Kyle Wildfern] I'm Brampton's Jesus... Turn H20 to Merlot cause the world should know And these rappers get emotional when they read it But I mean it Hop off my penis, with your opinions Cause we fiending These persecutors wanna see me bleeding These verses hold the meanings to my teachings For that reason I'm Jesus to these lameos to these same folk That claim that Wildfern ain't the Saviour, I ain't saving ya Bad behaviour from a baby bruh But I'm the man now Don't understand how these haters come around with their hands out Like they're fans now I'm a stand out in my damn town I won't stand down, I won't stand down... [Verse 1: Kyle Wildfern] I've been tripping...Where my head at? A lot of talking, I ain't really tryna hear that noise Where your bed at, boy? You've been sleeping on me Been inside like the beeper on me In the lab, I got the beakers on me Different creature homie Been working, with these verses I need worship Man, I feel like the preacher, homie (MY LORD) Had to make up with the foundation, that's the mac look Got a different outlook now Mac-11 cost less than your Macbook Leave you that shook Crack cook with the rap hooks, now... Big homies give me that look now... Forget credit, boy, I need that crown... Come around my town, I'm Magic, give you no looks Need to put your rap books down, like that's what I've been on I'm a phenom With these beats that I fiend on, with your hating energy I feed off Defeat you, take your feet off No chance running with Brampton's Jesus... [Hook] [Verse 2: Kyle Wildfern] Told me get it, I got it... Never question a prophet... Never question the profit I'm making off product I promised I'm giving you knowledge... These eyes that have been in my sockets have seen through the artists That think they're the hottest but really the projects they're making are garbage Shoulda stuck with college I'm just being honest I'm God sent, it's hard to be modest Regardless Spend a day in these Doc Martins To k** me you're going to need the gun that shot Martin Some large Spartans marching with hearts hardened A few toxins in cartons that read caution With known marksmen with options of lone targets And drone rockets that are pointed at me and I'm more than happy cause I'm a God in this I need goddesses These novices question my dominance Pay me my homages, these hands will turn you to carca**es for your incompetence Messing with Brampton's Jesus [Hook] [Outro] Get back, get back, get back, get back, you don't know me like that Get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, you don't know me like that Get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, you don't know me like that I don't know what you don't understand I ain't tryna be the man cause I already am