Peep it, peep it OH MY GOD! Pe-peep these people fiending Fiending to be seen as king and leaning In they, CHROMED OUT CARS Ri-riding high, su-superfly Wood wheel, they grasp it tight Locomotive midnight strolling through Georgia They Gladys Knight Tipping, neon gla** is bright Switches make the back take flight Lay it down, raise it up Stu-stunting gives 'em bragging rights All this so they swag is tight Idolatry for status right But they blind to the prison and the image that they living in All this sin from Adam's vice All of us we get this, yeah Distorted views of image, yeah Made in God's likeness but despite this mankind is blemished, yeah So men chase them fancy cars Riding on them fancy bars All so they can get respect when we cruising down the boulevard So I grab the mic in here Just to bring some light in here Flip-flip the script just like a switch to spark this hit Bring Christ in here Since man can't see who they should be I'm a spit this so they can see Outside of Christ you're bound for life A slave to your Idolatry Self proclaimed kings bragging cause they on chrome But 26 inches is a pretty low throne They riding on chrome On chrome On chrome A pretty low throne Low throne Low throne On chrome On chrome On chrome Low throne Low throne Low throne