Pro - BKC lyrics

[Hook:] Peanut brittle frame with a Burger King crown Peanut brittle frame with a Burger King crown Peanut brittle frame with a Burger King crown Bur-bur-ger-ger-ger-ger King crown [Repeat] [Verse 1:] Christ is King forever, that's a daily basis And you ain't even in his league, your swagger's very basic You need a visual, say my words are very basic Old school computers, your software is 80s basic. The speakers knockin' and agree this beat is very ba**-in' Repent believe and your dumped out in this cherry basin Cherry red for the bloodshed, no hesitation Defense attorney for your murder, Perry Mason And you did it, and I did it also How so? Que padro? Both clearly chase that guapo Non stopp-o to grace that's muy largo Still can't even touch 'em like Murcielagos at the car show But nobody agrees with me, Christ ain't really tight to them Of course they see like Stevie do, light ain't really light to them They just wanna live to scheme then buy the crowns, Cross the cheek Pride the size of Texas man more powerful, that's Reepicheep Mickey Mouse or Minnie, I'm like really 50 billi You don't take Christ's love so serious 'cause your money is silly You laughin' to the bank and you eatin' up all your cake Verily verily Sarah Lee, buddy you gon' bake, aye Burger King crown swaggers anybody frontin' on 'em Christ and his bellator on, trust me he'll be stuntin' on 'em Showin' up in all his glory, whiter than Drake's Grammy shoes Sani twos, very smooth, I bet you see that Daddy rules Hey you can make it rain, well I prefer the sunshine Runnin' up in this life that step to the gun line Peanut brittle frame, think you hard but man you sweet Dash to the second round, rockin' rock that boy to sleep [Hook] [Verse 2:] Aye I dot my I's and cross my T's and wear my faith up on my sleeve At his will I used to sneeze but now you find me on my knees Pause, select bu*ton, I ain't talkin' video games I'm talkin' prayin' submission before I wouldn't play those games Snatched me up like Kano man, took my heart into his hand I had identity crisis but nothing like 'juana man I was tryna ball though, ticks of the clock head Exposed me as a fraud and some roll-it's in my co*kpit Tryna drive my life when I didn't have the man*scripts Word I'd Excel from what's up in My Documents Follow me, I'm peanut brittle, I'm still as I see it now Blessin' all the weak and I'm his sheep, he is leadin' out Matthew Mark Luke John and them wrote wisdom then my mama them I'm just tryna be like him and closer than some h*monyms Worship my Creator he is greater then my mind is him Stuck on my paper crown, just so I can honor him Hey you can make it rain, well I prefer the sunshine Runnin' up in this life that step to the gun line Peanut brittle frame, think you hard but man you sweet Dash to the second round, rockin' rock that boy to sleep [Hook]