Yo, listen up, King, you the illest of the ill,

We here to give you mad props, expressin' how we feel.

Your love and grace be off the charts, never-ending,

In this fly prayer poem, our souls be transcending.

You straight up rock our world, like a sick beat droppin' hard,

Your presence be fire, catchin' us off guard.

We be grateful for your mercy, your forgiveness so true,

In this fresh slang prayer, we showin' love to you.

At the cross, we peep your sacrifice, so deep,

It stirs our souls, makin' us wanna straight-up weep.

But we ain't sad, nah, we filled with pure joy,

'Cause you redeemed us, gave us hope to employ.

So, we gotta give props, Lord, for all you done,

In this masterpiece prayer, we straight-up havin' fun.

We gonna keep raisin' our voices, shoutin' your praise,

In this slang prayer, for all of our days. Amen.

Yo, we be kickin' it fresh, givin' praise in our own way,

With words that resonate, like a dope beat that slays.

We wanna make it clear, no doubt in our rhymes,

That we adore you, Lord, through these rhythmic chimes.

Your love be like a wave that keeps rollin' in,

Washin' away our sins, forgivin' where we've been.

We can't help but celebrate, feelin' so alive,

'Cause you're the reason we thrive, in you we strive.

Your sacrifice on the cross, it hit us deep,

A story of redemption that we forever keep.

It's a joyous tune, no room for sorrow,

'Cause you promised us a brighter tomorrow.

So, we give you props, Lord, for all you do,

In this prayer jam, we're expressin' gratitude.

We gonna keep it real, keep it fly and true,

Praisin' your name, 'cause you're our breakthrough.

Yo, in this prayer , we lay it down,

A testimony of love, like a royal crown.

We lift our voices high, makin' melodies ring,

For you, our Savior, our eternal King. Amen.