1Yo, I’ve seen all this, and I totally get it, no cap.

2What you know, I know too: I’m not less than you, fr.

3For real, I wanna chat with the Almighty and reason with God.

4But y’all are just spreading lies, all cap, not even helping.

5Man, if you all just kept it chill, that would be smart, periodt.

6Listen up to my thoughts, and vibe with what I’m saying.

7Are you really gonna speak shady for God? That’s sus.

8Are you gonna play favorites? Like, are you really down for God?

9Is it cool for Him to check you out? Or are you just roasting Him like you do each other?

10He’s gonna call you out if you’re secretly playing favorites.

11Why you gotta be sus? His vibe's supposed to make you shook, no cap.

12Your memories are like ash, and you’re just dust in the wind, fr.

13Chill out, let me vibe alone so I can talk, whatever comes at me, comes.

14Why I gotta bite my own flesh and risk it all, though?

15Even if he takes me out, I’m still gonna trust him; I’ll keep it real with him.

16He’s my ride or die; fake peeps can’t roll up on him.

17Listen up, fam, really hear what I’m saying.

18Check it, I got my case all lined up; I know I’ll be in the clear.

19Who’s gonna step up and argue with me? If I stay quiet, it’s game over.

20Just don’t hit me with two things: then I won’t ghost you, periodt.

21Pull your hand back, fam, and don’t let your vibes scare me, no cap.

22Just hit me up, and I’ll respond: or let me chat, and you can answer me.

23How many of my mess-ups and sins are there? Help me figure out my wrongs, fr.

24Why you hiding your face, treating me like I'm the enemy? That's sus.

25You gonna crush a leaf that’s just vibing around? You really chasing dry grass?

26You’re writing all these savage things about me, making me own my past mistakes.

27You got my feet all locked up, watching my every move; you’ve left a mark on my steps.

28And he’s like a decaying thing, just wasting away, like a fit that’s all moth-eaten.

1Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it.

2What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.

3Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.

4But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.

5O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.

6Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.

7Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him?

8Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?

9Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?

10He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.

11Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?

12Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.

13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.

14Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?

15Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.

16He also shall be my salvation: for an hypocrite shall not come before him.

17Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears.

18Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified.

19Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.

20Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee.

21Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.

22Then call thou, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer thou me.

23How many are mine iniquities and sins? make me to know my transgression and my sin.

24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?

25Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

26For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.

27Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.

28And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.