Pray
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Praises
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Give thanks to the Father
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Holy water
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Jesus peace, but don't nobody wanna know Jesus' peace, no
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Used to shine, I been helping you stunt
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Look why these rapping dudes ain't hit me in months
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I don't ask for too much, covered in VVS's
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Women gonna play you closer and them hungry jokers gonna try and test you
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Now they bumping your record, your confidence through the roof
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Still you show no respect, kid, the Good Book said praise
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But you so stuck in your ways, you got my image appraised
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While you sinning, I wait
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Fornicating with women I sat right there on your table
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Don't bow your head for grace, though I'm keeping you graceful
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Brothers was born to cheat, though I question who faithful
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Fast for me, nope, blasphemy though
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Rap to it so racks up to match up with me froze
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How can a diamond supersede my wisdom
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I seen a reverend with five of me as he read his scripture
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This is bible readings to people with malice intentions
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You silly get wits seen ahki with crucifix pendent
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With a Cuban attached on a secular scene
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I died for you all, now niggas die over me
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Jesus peace, Jesus peace, Jesus peace
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But don't nobody want know Jesus peace
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Jesus peace, Jesus peace, Jesus peace
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But don't nobody want know Jesus peace
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Sierra Leone diamonds, LA to New York got 'em
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If nobody stores have me some probably would know about me
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All over paparazzi, shout out to Murakami
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See, they commercialize me, I'm sure there will be more robberies
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Word, new chain, swag get you crew laid fast
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Or laid down or not a ticket next to dad
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And the bible told you wait on my arrival
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But patience was your problem
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So get Jacob to come find me
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And religion is a style, if not then why this shit a quarter mil
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No fugazi, see Jacob tell you that -ish real
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Hallelujah, the things you do to be the manure
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You never thank me at shows but you keep me on tour
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Sunday service,s pastor is the wealthy ones working it
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Preaching Armageddon while collection plates been circling the room
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Fear is but a tool
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And Gospel gone commercial pray the purpose isn't cruel
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And the workers in the pulpit want they blessings to improve
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And they stone me on the cross and niggas stone me for the ooh's
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And the ahh's foolish, what am I who are y'all
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I'm coming down from the sky 'cause niggas keep praying to shine
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Look, amen
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For the price of fame
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What would you do to have 'em say your name
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See, I promise I would never cop another chain
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But the arms spent on these VS got me in that complex page
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For the price of fame
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When that Bugatti drop my accountant stop me for a second
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And said "not today, not today"
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For the price of fame
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For the price of fame
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What would you do to have 'em say your name
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It is such a shame
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Golden Salvation
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