1Yo, Lord, hear me out, listen to my vibes, and peep my prayer, no cap.

2Let my truth drop from your presence; let your eyes see what's real.

3You checked my heart; you visited me at night; you tried me, and found nothing sus; I'm set on not spilling tea.

4About what people do, by your word I’ve dodged the paths of the haters.

5Keep my steps on point, so I don’t slip up.

6I called on you, God, and I know you’ll hear me; lean in and catch my words.

7Show your epic love, you who saves those who trust in you from the haters.

8Keep me close, like the apple of your eye, hide me under your wings, fr.

9From the wicked who are on my case, from my dangerous enemies surrounding me.

10They’re all wrapped up in their own ego; they talk big game.

11They’ve got us surrounded, eyes low to the ground; it’s sus.

12Like a lion hungry for the hunt, or a young lion sneaking around.

13Rise up, Lord, show them what’s up, deliver my soul from the wicked, that’s your move.

14From the people who are your hand, Lord, from those living for today, whose bellies are full of hidden treasure: they’ve got kids and leave leftovers for them.

15As for me, I’ll see your face in righteousness: I’ll be lit when I wake up, looking like you.

1Hear the right, O Lord, attend unto my cry, give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.

2Let my sentence come forth from thy presence; let thine eyes behold the things that are equal.

3Thou hast proved mine heart; thou hast visited me in the night; thou hast tried me, and shalt find nothing; I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.

4Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.

5Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

6I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.

7Shew thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee from those that rise up against them.

8Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,

9From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.

10They are inclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.

11They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;

12Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.

13Arise, O Lord, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:

14From men which are thy hand, O Lord, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.

15As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.