Quit Punking Yourself

[Lyrics] [Verse] Sermon in the streets, holy trinity with beats Fake saints, tryna act like they’ve earned their seats Say a prayer, yeah, for the mirror you deceivin' Preachin' to the choir, but your soul you ain't believin' [Verse 2] Came from nothin', now you frontin' hard as granite Gold cross around your neck, but your heart's in a panic Flexin' Gucci, shootin' selfies with that 'Gram click Saint on Sunday, but Saturday's your slick trick [Chorus] Quit punkin’ yourself, quit foolin’ yo’ mind Armor of God’s light, yet you staytin' behind Quit punkin’ yourself, find truth in your heart Get down on the dance floor, make a brand new start [Verse 3] Confession booth closed, but you spillin' in the club Thinkin’ you the prodigal, with a twist of snub Hands up, hallelujah, while you sippin' on the brewskis Heaven watching, they know you ain’t no Bruce Lee [Bridge] Sunday shoes, yet Monday blues Faith's just lip service, pay your real dues Preach what you practice, or practice what you preach Quit punkin’ yourself, that's the real outreach [Verse 4] Too many saints playing pretend in their grams Pockets full of stones but you ain't Abraham Holiness, Insta-fame all in your script But the real truth, yo, it ain’t filter-equipped