Ah! Hey Vicky, you're so, so icky (Aye, C, we might as well keep goin' at this point) Just the thought of being around, you makes me oh so sicky Icky Vicky, Icky Vicky, Icky Vicky, Icky Vicky (I forgot to tell y'all the album done, c'mon!) Devil, you icky Tried to send the police to get me Got caught with a seven, Mike Vicky Thank God they ain't find that blicky I ain't gotta act no corn to get some bread, I'm way too jiffy I ain't tryna go sit in the back when I'm in church, I'm way too spiffy I'm fresh, get the Holy Ghost when I dress Coming like Fred Hammond, when I'm in the field I'm blessed Give it to the Lord, say less Ain't nobody perfect, just try your best Yeah, God is best I put it on Flavor Fest I put it on Kanye West I believe that we gon' win, yeah, fourth quarter, up by ten Heard you want God to save you, Daniel Better stop all that lying, then Still got a word in the clip, for real Every night I been grindin' Lemme just make my toast right now, it's our time (Cling!) Let the choir sing God is with me, that's my pew-pew I don't even need no babysitter And I just told you I got drip, they call me Long Jonah Silver First place, we ain't comin' in silver Gospel rap is back