KEANU’S SONG Lyrics – KB

KEANU’S SONG Lyrics

Part I

[Verse]
We ain’t never want no fame
Me and Jesus like Jordan and James
‘Cause you can’t talk about me without bringing up His name
Name, name, name, His name, okay
Too high where I’m liftin’ and protein mixed in
Nobody finna get in his way, okay
Got the right dude, living like you finna die soon
Fly through like a tycoon, light through like it’s high noon
Or the night too, might move like I’m 9’2
This weight, heavy, uh, heavy, uh, heavy, uh
Okay, yeah
Momma that’s him again “Mister make ’em live again”
The world that you livin’ in, I’m on the whole other side of the pendulum
I’ve been Frank never been about the Benjamins
If I do brag, I’ma brag how my Mrs. never misses
And I never had no mistresses
Yeah boy, ooh, uh, ooh, uh, ooh, uh, talk your talk
Okay, okay, yeah that’s him again
Trigger finger itchin’ for a lie I can kill again
Let me cook boy, I’ma need a Michelin
Straight from the source I don’t need a middleman
They could put a M on my head like it’s Michigan
Win again, score after score, Hans Zimmer playin’
Focus on my riddlin’, I got story after story, condominiums
They send the cavalry but every weapon missin’ Him
I go to Calvary I’m living where the Spirit is
Definitive living in, look at me and Jesus twinnin’ ’em
Twinnin’ ’em, twinnin’ ’em, finishing each other’s sentences
Too many weak men with a gym membership
You ain’t really militant you just want attention

Part II

[Intro: Keanu & KB]
Ugh
I surrender all
Daddy I love you
Are you saying that cause I let you get on the song?
Yeah, hahaha, what’s your favorite thing about God?
That He made you

[Verse: KB]
Singing my song, I’m just singing my song
Yeah, K to the second letter boy
Came in this thing, I’m on ’em early
Pretty preachy, pretty churchy in the temple like I’m Shirley, yeah, yeah, yeah
Smile, yeah you always see my pearlys ’till the day I’m at the pearly’s
Kingdom stepping and it’s sturdy
Listen, they gon’ do you dirty, another rapper gettin’ pervy
I’m the rapper that you need when your homies gettin’ buried
I’m like Curry droppin’ 30 in my 30’s need a 30 for the 30
Make a doc on how your boy ain’t got no worries, yeah, yeah
I ain’t worried, yeah, yeah, I know I’m wordy, yeah
If we talkin’ Curry, got a Lamb that I’m servin’ pardon me
I’m pardoned by the Judge and the jury punchlines really flurry’s
Run to God in a hurry, yeah, yeah, yeah
We don’t do Bugatti’s, you can keep the party
And my boo Godly, a different kind of hottie
But I do buy what she want like the Saudis
But she be wanting purpose over purses, what a calling
Holy, holy, make it clear you know it’s us
Still 40 deep and unashamed when we rolling up
Childlike faith, I never changed, I ain’t growing up
I’m Nebraska, if this is corny I ain’t slowing up
And it’s like that, yeah, yeah, it’s like that
Yeah I’m like that, yeah your boy’s like that
Is you like that homie? Yeah, I’m like that
Yeah, it’s like that, yeah, yeah