King Of Kings - JohnnieB

Lyrics

( Johnnie B On The Beat ) Yeah, it’s JohnnieB standing with the King of Kings, Not a fake little throne made of clout and strings. I don’t need your gold, I don’t need your rings, I got faith in my chest when the whole room swings. I came through the fire with a beat on my shoulder, Heart got colder but my spirit got bolder. World tried to fold me like a damn old folder, But God kept lifting when the weight got older. I ain’t perfect, bitch, I still got flaws, Still got scars, still broke some laws. Still got thoughts that can sharpen claws, But I know who I kneel to when the curtain draws. I seen fake kings with paper crowns, Loud mouths trying to wear big sounds. Everybody wants the throne till the truth comes down, Then the whole damn castle hits the ground. I’m not chasing syrup, I’m chasing purpose, Not numbing pain, I’m learning what hurt is. Not hiding my soul underneath the surface, I turn broken pieces into Sunday service. Big John got prayer when the night gets thick, Little Johnnie got rage when the world talks shit. JohnnieB got both with the pen in his grip, Trying to steer this kingdom through the storm and split. I wave no black flag, I raise my hand, Not to surrender, but to understand. I’m a regular man with a bigger damn plan, Walking through mud with the Word in the sand. I don’t need to be worshipped, I don’t need praise, I just need truth when I step on stage. I just need room for the words I say, And a clean path forward when I leave that grave. Hook So today I walk with the King of Kings, I can’t promise y’all can handle what the truth might bring. Probably piss some people off when the real bells ring, But it’s okay, let ’em sleep on what JohnnieB can sing. Yeah, today I walk with the King of Kings, No fake crown, no strings, no puppet-ass things. I got faith, got fire, got scars, got wings, And y’all still can’t stop what JohnnieB brings. Verse 2 See, call me a sinner with a saved-up mission, A foul-mouth poet with a God-given vision. A split-brain man with a clean ambition, Trying to turn every wound into composition. Why they always choosing sides like the world is a war? Left wing, right wing, still missing the Lord. Everybody screaming while the truth gets ignored, But I found my peace where my knees hit the floor. I admit I got problems, I admit I got pride, I admit I got darkness still walking inside. But I don’t let that darkness sit on the throne, I make that motherfucker bow when I’m facing my own. We ain’t talking backpacks when I carry this weight, I got years on my shoulders and pain on my plate. But the colder life got, the more I found faith, Now the freezer in my heart got replaced by grace. Call me old-school, call me too damn honest, I came from real roots, not a fake-ass promise. Authenticity aging like truth in a prophet, While these copycat kings keep chasing a profit. I’m still like a builder with a blueprint soul, Every bar lays brick till the whole thing’s whole. Every doubt gets checked, every fear gets told, “You don’t run this house, God’s still in control.” I don’t need a weapon when the pen gets loaded, Don’t need fake power when the truth gets quoted. Don’t need to act hard when the heart stays focused, I can bury old pain where the flowers grow over. They try to approach me with slick little lies, Try to judge my faith from the curse words I write. But a man can say “fuck” and still chase the light, A dirty mouth don’t mean a dead soul inside. I’m not even famous, but the message got reach, Underground roots with a heaven-sent speech. Every hidden tape, every verse, every beat, Still pulling real ones closer to me. I got snakes in the grass, but I don’t need a mower, I just rise above while the roots grow lower. I don’t chase the throne, I walk with the Owner, King of Kings in my corner while I move like a soldier. So let ’em sleep, let ’em talk, let ’em doubt what I bring, Let ’em mock my name while the church bells ring. I’m not the crown, I’m the voice underneath, JohnnieB with the pen, still serving the King. Hook So today I walk with the King of Kings, I can’t promise y’all can handle what the truth might bring. Probably piss some people off when the real bells ring, But it’s okay, let ’em sleep on what JohnnieB can sing. Yeah, today I walk with the King of Kings, No fake crown, no strings, no puppet-ass things. I got faith, got fire, got scars, got wings, And y’all still can’t stop what JohnnieB brings. Verse 3 I don’t sit on the throne, I just walk through the hall, With my head held high and my back to the wall. Seen too many fake gods rise then fall, So I keep my faith bigger than applause. I got Big John praying when my patience gets thin, Got Little Johnnie laughing at the rage within. Got JohnnieB standing where the two begin, Trying to make peace out of war again. I don’t claim holy like I never been low, I don’t act clean like I never lost control. I just know every time I was losing my soul, The King of Kings pulled me back fr