Angels (KB)

Got a lotta money, got a lotta clothes Everybody know ya, everywhere you go You be gettin’ praise all across the globe But no, they ain’t got no angels praisin’ them, they not the man They not the man They not the man But they ain’t got no angels praisin’ them, they not the man Cats should get they minds right Cats should get they minds right They say they goin’ in, rollin’ in, blowin’ stems Hollerin’ YOLO in a photo Benz-O, ballin’ colder than a frozen gem And the girl he with, she a soda can, she’s a ten Any given night he got four of them, you’re on top of the world ‘cause you sold a mil But he don’t know about this other audience This audience that watching when nobody else is watching him They don’t want yo autograph, unimpressed with accomplishments One day they will return with the Son of Man to abolish sin They know that the best men are still men, at best They see your anti-depressants ‘cause you so rich but you cant rest They seen kings come and go, empires expire Our pride to them must be insane, dirt swearing it’s pure diamonds But it must baffle them with dirt treated like pure diamonds They never sin but we live in it and yet God gave us his pure finest You wanna talk about amazing? Look, we’ll think you the greatest When you get all creation together to sing your praises Got a lotta money, got a lotta clothes Everybody know ya, everywhere you go You be gettin’ praise all across the globe But no, they ain’t got no angels praisin’ them, they not the man They not the man They not the man But they ain’t got no angels praisin’ them, they not the man Cats should get they minds right Cats should get they minds right The richest man in the world’s worth 40 billion, that’s 40 billion more than me The second man is worth 37, billion, yeah, go and see That’s big money, that’s no sin, please don’t think that’s what I’m sayin’ But ain’t no demons shuddering at them, they-they not the man They ain’t never healed the sick, they ain’t never raised the dead They ain’t fed five thousand with two fish and five loaves of bread So why are y’all big-headed, puffed up, arrogant? Why don’t y’all un-lead, gas up, burn? It ain’t never been about ‘em, gotta put ‘em on the bottom, and they really got a problem and he put ‘em on the top But you’re forgettin’ the bottom ‘cause you fallin’ like autumn, yet you still tryna box ‘em, are you ever gonna stop? A-yo KB, my prayer is that cats are made aware of his Infinite preeminence, their images, it’s all his They were made to reflect him, represent and respect him With cars and clothes and cheap thrills we still choose to reject him He’s big, we’re small, he’s creator, we’re creation He’s is God, we are man, right response: fall on our faces Got a lotta money, got a lotta clothes Everybody know ya, everywhere you go You be gettin’ praise all across the globe But no, they ain’t got no angels praisin’ them, they not the man They not the man They not the man But they ain’t got no angels praisin’ them, they not the man Cats should get they minds right Cats should get they minds right