1I'm calling out to you, Lord, my rock; don’t ghost me: if you do, I might just vibe down to the pit.

2Listen to my cries when I hit you up, when I lift my hands to your holy spot.

3Don't pull me in with the shady peeps, the ones who act chill but got sus vibes in their hearts.

4Give them what they deserve based on their actions; let them feel the consequences of their own work.

5Since they don’t care about what the Lord does or his moves, he’s gonna take them down, not lift them up.

6Big ups to the Lord, 'cause he heard my cries.

7The Lord's my strength and my shield; I trust him, and he’s got my back: I’m hyped in my heart, and I’ll sing my praises.

8The Lord is their strength and the ultimate savior for his crew.

9Save your people, and bless your squad: feed them and lift them up for eternity.

1Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

2Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle.

3Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.

4Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavours: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert.

5Because they regard not the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them, and not build them up.

6Blessed be the Lord, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.

7The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.

8The Lord is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed.

9Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever.