Cream Of The Crop ft. Megan Kee'l Lyrics

Man, there's only one God

Just know, you're gonna stand before him one day

K.I., trying to make an impact, yeah, for his glory alone

Let's do this

Cream of God's crop, that's why I rise to the top

People waiting for me to fall so they can say I flopped

Forget what I got, not trying to sound hot or blow up the spot

Just jot down lines, telling the truth the good news

This ain't pick and choose

Infinite, obtuse outta the box

Like Jack, I'm serving that food

Giving the bread of life with a meat of righteous living

Getting past adolescence, growing intelligent

Yeah, I hope you smelling it

I hope you smelling it

You itching to hear it

I'm scratching the feeling and saying

it doesn't appeal to them

I make this appeal to them

God's the chef

I'm just salt added to the recipe

He's slow cooking me for his glory

Tell his story

Whether he calls me up or it gets blood and gory

Robert Horry, I got the championship ring

I roll with the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings

No longer do my own thing

King of businesses, is my MO

And for sho

I'm going to give the glory to God as I go

Glory, glory, we sing glory, glory to the King

Glory, glory, we sing glory, glory to the King

You didn't land on Plymouth Rock and you weren't made in Manhattan

God formed you in the womb you didn't just happen

Time isn't lapsing, it's passing

Can't get it back once it's gone

It's absent abstract from modern thinking

God exists and participates in creation

Deism is fake

Man made imaginations to explain the cruel intentions

and bad behavior without facing holy wrath from the God who made man

And some of them are truly brilliant, but being smart

doesn't get you into heaven

God's understanding surpasses the heavens

That's why I reverence him

You cop a new whip just to say that you flashing

ignoring Christ and his passion

But know this, God is everlasting

Passion can't hide the pain that you're masking

Put on as much makeup as you want to

Baby girl, it ain't lasting

Mascara running down your lashes

Better lift up your hand to the creator and get to asking

Glory

Glory

We sing glory

Glory to our king

Glory

Glory

We sing glory

Glory

Glory to our king

Glory

Ooh

Yeah

Ooh

Mm

Yeah