Yeah,
yeah, they call me Killer B,
I'm the shame.

We be talking about the kingdom.

We be talking,
rapping Jesus.

We got way too much grace.

We got way too much faith.

We be talking about the kingdom.

We be talking,
rapping Jesus.

We got way, way too much grace.

We got way too much faith.

They don't have a clue.

Yeah, they never know.

When I pull up to the party,
pull up to the show.

They think that I'm wack,
they think that I'm low.

I don't care what they think,
man, I gotta go.

My God is my partner.

Yeah, I talk about him.

I'm the shame of the gospel.

Yeah, I'm all about it.

My family got sauce and we don't brag about it.

We rap the king of kings and we ain't shy about it.

We be talking about,
the kingdom.

We be talking, rapping Jesus.

We got way too much grace.

We got way too much faith.

We be talking about the kingdom.

We be talking,
rapping Jesus.

We got way, way too much grace.

We got way too much faith.

All black clothes, all black lives.

My color noted white,
it was all black.

I thought I was too cold,
but I was so hot.

Heading straight to my doom,
they didn't know that.

No plain clothes, your boy was so low.

I thought I was a crook,
but I was so low.

Fixed L, 2.0, needed a GoPro.

But God came in the picture and changed my old flow.

Everybody that I know is only talking sauce.

Life is like a law school,
get up past your bars.

I don't trip on popularity,
I count the cost.

Man, I don't trip on popularity,
I count the cost.

We be talking about the kingdom.

We be talking, rapping Jesus.

We got way too much grace.

We got way too much faith.

We be talking about the kingdom.

We be talking,
rapping Jesus.

We got way, way too much grace.

We got way too much faith.

Matter of fact, y'all know,
man,
we got too much grace and faith.

We are the shame and gospel of Jesus Christ.

One with six, Nigeria, you know,
your boy, Killer B,
it's a rebirth.