1Yo, Lord, help! The real ones are fading, and the faithful are ghosting us.

2Everyone's just chatting nonsense with their neighbors, flexing with sweet talk and double standards.

3God’s gonna shut down all those smooth talkers and the ones who brag like they're all that.

4They’re like, “We got this with our words; our lips are our own—who’s bossing us around?”

5For the struggle of the poor and the cries of the needy, I’m about to pop off, says the Lord; I’ll keep them safe from the haters.

6The Lord’s words are straight fire, like silver that’s been through the heat seven times.

7You got this, Lord; you’ll keep it real with them forever, protecting them from this generation.

8The shady ones are all around when the worst of the worst are getting hyped up.

1Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

2They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

3The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

4Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

5For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

6The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

7Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

8The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.