1Yo, be chill with me, God: these peeps are tryna take me out; they’re coming for me every day, no cap.

2My haters are always on that grind to take me down: there’s mad of them out here, O Most High.

3When I’m shook, I’ll trust in you, fr.

4I’m all about praising God’s word; I put my trust in Him; ain’t scared of what people can do to me.

5Every day, they twist my words: all their vibes are sus and against me.

6They’re all sneaky, hiding in the shadows, watching my moves, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

7Think they can get away with their shady moves? Nah, God, show them what’s up.

8You know my struggles: catch my tears in your bottle; aren’t they in your book?

9When I call out to you, my enemies bounce back: I know this for sure; God’s got my back.

10I’m gonna hype up God’s word: I’ll praise the Lord’s word.

11I trust in God: I won’t be shook by what humans can do to me.

12Your promises are on me, God: I’m here to give you mad praise.

13You saved my soul from death: won’t you keep my feet from tripping, so I can walk in the light with you?

1Be merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow me up; he fighting daily oppresseth me.

2Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most High.

3What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.

4In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.

5Every day they wrest my words: all their thoughts are against me for evil.

6They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.

7Shall they escape by iniquity? in thine anger cast down the people, O God.

8Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

9When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me.

10In God will I praise his word: in the Lord will I praise his word.

11In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.

12Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee.

13For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?