THE ANTHEM

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, it's your boy, Skema Boy
This ain't rap, this is worship
Look, look

[Chorus]
Boy, I'm proud of my faith, there ain't nobody better
He died on the cross, so I don't got a debtor
The riches of Heaven, I don't need the cheddar
He carried the weight, boy, I'm light as a feather
I do it for God, I got nothing to lose
I told 'em 'bout Jesus, I gave 'em the Truth
And I talk to the Spirit when I'm in the booth
I lift my hands when I worship, like the police says it, "Nobody move!"

[Verse]
Wait, I got the Spirit inside of me
Enemy talking, he trying to lie to me
I read the book of John and realized he had been trying to write to me
I got the riches in Heaven, boy, I won the lottery, wait
I don't need the money, I shop at the Dollar Tree
Nobody better, that means no idolatry
I got nothing to prove, I got nothing for you
Boy, I'm running the game, I got mud on my shoes
And I'm following God and His blood is my food
Carry a weapon, my Bible a flute
And I sound like a reverend, I'm preaching the Truth
Counting my blessings, they coming in twos
And whenever I'm stressing, I'm looking to You
Not counting the views, I'm preaching the Gospel, I'm [?]
I'm made in His image, I know that I'm handsome
If I see a demon, I'm holding him ransom
I get in the studio, making an anthem
Way I was created, ain't none of this random
My Bible a weapon, I'm blowing the candle
My God has provided, it's all in the family
I get on the beat and the Spirit been dancing
Look, yeah, it's your boy Skema Boy

[Chorus]
Boy, I'm proud of my faith, there ain't nobody better
He died on the cross so I don't got a debtor
The riches of Heaven, I don't need the cheddar
He carried the weight, boy, I'm light as a feather
I do it for God, I got nothing to lose
I told 'em 'bout Jesus, I gave 'em the Truth
And I talk to the Spirit when I'm in the booth
Look

[Chorus]
Boy, I'm proud of my faith, there ain't nobody better
He died on the cross so I don't got a debtor
The riches of Heaven, I don't need the cheddar
He carried the weight, boy, I'm light as a feather
I do it for God, I got nothing to lose
I told 'em 'bout Jesus, I gave 'em the Truth
And I talk to the Spirit when I'm in the booth
I lift my hands when I worship like the police says it, "Nobody move!"
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ha)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's your boy Skema Boy
Look