Better Clean Up That Act

[Intro]
What you gon’ do
When the sky crack open (yeah)
You still playin’ games
Heart still frozen
[Verse 1]
What you gon’ do when He walk in the room
Scroll in your hand, but your soul on fumes
Laughin’ at sin, but the joke on you
You don’t really wanna see what that fire gon’ do
You talk tough, but your knees gon’ shake
Every hidden little thing gon’ hit replay
Every filthy little click on the screen you crave
Gon’ stand there, bare, can’t click “escape”
You brag ’bout “I’m real, I’m lit”
He see through the front, He read that script
You run to the club, can’t run from the crypt
You sip that cup, but you choke on the drip
You know that verse, but you twist that word
You post them quotes, but you flock with the herd
You call Him “Lord” with a tongue that’s curved
Heart full of mold, but you call it dirt
[Chorus]
Better clean up that act, boy (hey!)
Better clean up that act, boy (yeah)
He ain’t playin’ with your pride, He ain’t laughin’ at your noise
Better clean up that act, boy
What you gon’ do when He step back
Eyes like fire, books all stacked
You still livin’ like filth, talkin’ ’bout “I ain’t that bad”
Better clean up that act, boy (act, boy)
[Verse 2]
You say “Only God judge me”, cool
Court date set, He ain’t bound by rules
You think grace mean go act a fool
Cross ain’t cheap, that blood ain’t you
You want crown, but you dodge that cross
Want new life, but you love that rot
Say “I’m free”, but you chained to the thought
You hide that sin, but He see that spot
You say “He know my heart”, that’s the fear
’Cause He see every secret you keep near
Every late-night text, every lie in your ear
Every time you chose flesh over Him last year
This that altar call in a trap flow
This that wake-up slap to your backbone
This that “pick a side, leave that shadow”
’Cause lukewarm faith get spat from His mouth, bro
[Chorus]
Better clean up that act, boy (act, boy)
Better clean up that act, boy (yeah, yeah)
You can front for the gram, but you can’t front when He stand
Better clean up that act, boy
What you gon’ do when the trump sound
Every knee hit dirt, every face hit ground
You still livin’ like filth, talkin’ ’bout “I’ll calm down”
Better clean up that act, boy (act, boy)
[Bridge]
You think He won’t come? He coming
You think He don’t see? He see
You think you got time? You bluffin’
You think it ain’t you? It be
Repent right now, that’s mercy
Heart on His altar, dirty
He’ll wash that stain, He worthy
But don’t test grace with perjury (woo)
[Chorus]
Better clean up that act, boy
Better clean up that act, boy
When that King come back, no cap, all fact
Better clean up that act, boy
What you gon’ do when the sky split
Every fake little mask get ripped
You still livin’ like filth, this your final little drift
Better clean up that act, boy (act, boy)
[Outro]
[Spoken scripture over instrumental]
“For God shall bring every work into judgment,
with every secret thing,
whether it be good, or whether it be evil.”
– Ecclesiastes 12:14

rap, Aggressive Christian trap with male vocals and a raw, sermon-like delivery; distorted 808s and sharp hi-hats drive the verses while an intense gospel choir shouts call-and-response hooks. Choruses stack gritty choir harmonies over a heavy half-time stomp, with organ stabs and distant church bells adding drama. Energy builds from tight, pointed verses into explosive, chant-ready refrains, leaving space at the end for a spoken scripture over a dark, ringing sustain., gospel, clean