1Yo, God, don’t be quiet, I’m here praising you, fr;

2The haters and the fake ones are coming for me, talking mad lies, no cap.

3They’re throwing shade at me with all this hate, fighting me for no reason, sus.

4They’re my enemies ‘cause I love hard, but I’m just gonna pray it out, periodt.

5They’re giving me bad vibes for my good deeds and throwing hate for my love, savage.

6Put a wicked dude in charge of him and let Satan chill on his right side, bet.

7When he gets judged, let him get wrecked, and may his prayers just flop.

8Let his days be short, and let someone else slide into his spot, lit.

9Let his kids grow up without a dad, and his wife be solo, fr.

10Let his kids be out here struggling, begging for bread from empty places, bussin.

11Let the scammer catch all his stuff; and let the outsiders mess up his grind.

12No mercy for him, fam: and don’t let anyone vibe with his fatherless kids.

13Cut off his legacy; and in the next gen, let their name just ghost.

14Let the sins of his fam be remembered by God; and don’t let his mom’s wrongs disappear.

15Keep them in front of the Lord forever, so He can erase their memory from the earth.

16'Cause he didn’t show mercy and went after the poor, trying to hurt the broken-hearted.

17He loved throwing shade, so let it hit him back; he ain’t down for blessings, so keep those far away.

18He wrapped himself in curses like a fit, so let it sink into him like water and oil in his bones.

19Let it be like the fit that covers him, and like a belt that he wears all the time.

20Let this be the karma for my haters from the Lord, and for those who talk trash about my soul.

21Yo, God, do your thing for me, for your name’s vibe: your mercy is dope, so save me, fr.

22I’m struggling and in need, and my heart’s feeling all kinds of hurt.

23I’m like a shadow fading away: just tossed around like a locust, no cap.

24My knees are weak from fasting; I’m looking skinny out here, for real.

25I became a whole meme to them: they see me and just shake their heads, savage.

26Help me out, Lord my God: save me 'cause your mercy is lit.

27So they know this is your move; you, Lord, made it happen, periodt.

28Let them throw shade, but you bless me: when they come at me, let them feel the shame; let your boy vibe with joy.

29Let my haters be wrapped in shame, covering themselves with their own mess, like a cloak.

30I’m gonna hype up the Lord with my words; yeah, I’ll praise him in front of the squad.

31He’s out here chillin’ on the right side of the broke, ready to save them from the haters tryna drag them down.

1Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;

2For the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful are opened against me: they have spoken against me with a lying tongue.

3They compassed me about also with words of hatred; and fought against me without a cause.

4For my love they are my adversaries: but I give myself unto prayer.

5And they have rewarded me evil for good, and hatred for my love.

6Set thou a wicked man over him: and let Satan stand at his right hand.

7When he shall be judged, let him be condemned: and let his prayer become sin.

8Let his days be few; and let another take his office.

9Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.

10Let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg: let them seek their bread also out of their desolate places.

11Let the extortioner catch all that he hath; and let the strangers spoil his labour.

12Let there be none to extend mercy unto him: neither let there be any to favour his fatherless children.

13Let his posterity be cut off; and in the generation following let their name be blotted out.

14Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with the Lord; and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.

15Let them be before the Lord continually, that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.

16Because that he remembered not to shew mercy, but persecuted the poor and needy man, that he might even slay the broken in heart.

17As he loved cursing, so let it come unto him: as he delighted not in blessing, so let it be far from him.

18As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.

19Let it be unto him as the garment which covereth him, and for a girdle wherewith he is girded continually.

20Let this be the reward of mine adversaries from the Lord, and of them that speak evil against my soul.

21But do thou for me, O God the Lord, for thy name’s sake: because thy mercy is good, deliver thou me.

22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.

23I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.

24My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.

25I became also a reproach unto them: when they looked upon me they shaked their heads.

26Help me, O Lord my God: O save me according to thy mercy:

27That they may know that this is thy hand; that thou, Lord, hast done it.

28Let them curse, but bless thou: when they arise, let them be ashamed; but let thy servant rejoice.

29Let mine adversaries be clothed with shame, and let them cover themselves with their own confusion, as with a mantle.

30I will greatly praise the Lord with my mouth; yea, I will praise him among the multitude.

31For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor, to save him from those that condemn his soul.