Six Feet Lyrics

Wait for the beat drop homies

Yeah, this is real stuff, this is fire

Gonna burn you

How'd you put an eight-foot-three guy six feet deep?

Come on David, spit the truth for me

"Well now I'm the king, but it's because of the true King,

Put a stone in the sling and He gave me a new thing,

So while the Israel peeps in the dugout brooding,

Killing him in his own camp, and we do some looting

Goliath was a good one, so please do salute him,

Got nothing on God that ain't a rude thing."

Yo, how'd you put an eight-foot-three guy six feet deep?

After all, you're five foot three

Give or take a few I need a good night's sleep

Cause the scene I see just makes me wanna weep

All your other friends and all the Israel peeps

They just camping out, but you had take the leap

Facin' him, good, now you're in too deep

Look into his eyes bro; you're gettin' beat

So how'd you put an eight-foot-three guy

Six feet deep? S- six feet deep

I tell you again, the thorns and the weeds

They big, but they having like nothing on me

Some guy dressing up in the spiritual streets

Supplied with the milk, God gave me the meat,

Believe me I'm weak, 'cause I barely can speak

But I'm gonna preach that God is the king

Gave me this whole thing, and that's why I sing

Yo Satan would sting, and he's got the bling

But he ain't a thing, got no signet ring

We soar on his wings like AI on Bing

When Satan's phone rings and when you get a ding

Just wipe it away and don't give a ping