1Yo, God, we’re super thankful for you, your name is close and your vibes are lit with all your amazing works.

2When I gather the squad, I’ll judge straight up, no cap.

3The earth and all its peeps are shook; I got the pillars on lock. Selah.

4I told the fools, "Chill with the dumb stuff," and to the wicked, "Don’t flex."

5Don’t flex your horn too high; keep it cool and don’t act all stiff.

6Promotion doesn’t come from the east, west, or south, fam.

7But God’s the ultimate judge; he brings some down and lifts others up, fr.

8In the Lord’s hand, there’s a cup, and it’s got that red wine, full of vibes; he pours it out, but the wicked gotta deal with the leftovers and drink it all.

9But I’m gonna shout praises forever; I’ll sing for the God of Jacob, periodt.

10I’ll cut off the horns of the wicked, but the righteous horns? They’re gonna be mad boosted.

1Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, unto thee do we give thanks: for that thy name is near thy wondrous works declare.

2When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly.

3The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. Selah.

4I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:

5Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck.

6For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.

7But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another.

8For in the hand of the Lord there is a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.

9But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

10All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.