The Lord is my plug, I ain’t short on supply, green pastures my block, blue skies in the sky. He lead me through alleys where pure drip milk flow, restores my soul when the heat run low. Paths of righteousness, He set my lane, for His name’s rep, I don’t chase fame. Even in the valley where the killers creep, I don’t fear no evil — my plug's deep. Your burner is my guide, it comfort my hustle, keep me alive. You spread me a table in the enemy’s hood, my cup overflow, yeah, life still good. Surely mercy and goodness ride in my whip, all the days of my life — that’s a permanent trip. I dwell in His mansion, no rent, no lease, forever posted up in the house of peace.