There's a few million angels movin' around me
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I just worship thee, for all he's done for me
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It's a new day, I have been born again
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I've been born again, I've been born again
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In His spirit, and His name
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I'm sanctified!
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Lord I testify
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He's right by my side
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I believe it be
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His word is so clear to me
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Yeah, yeah
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All I wanted was 100 million dollars and a bad bitch
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Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage
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Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established
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God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status
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Niggas be lovin' the old Ye, they sayin' the new Ye, that nigga be spazzin'
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But when Ali turn up and be Ali, you can't ever take that nigga back to Cassius
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So you can gon' and make them lies, but I'm so sanctified
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I don't sweat it, wipe my forehead with a hankerchief
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And wash my sins in the blood of Jesus
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People sayin', "Ye we need another Yeezus"
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Lames try to tell me, "Cut the wilin' out, out"
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But who the fuck is you reachin'
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Past me? 30 bottles champagne precession
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That's that Holy water, sanctified refreshments
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God sent me a message, said I'm too aggressive
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Really!? Me!? Too aggressive!?
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Feel his blessings wash away my sins
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I'm sanctified and, I have been born again
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Now I proclaim, hallowed be thy name
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Ohhh
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All I wanted was 100 million dollars and a bad bitch
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Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage
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Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established
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God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status
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Keys to my success, I get new keys and new address
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Bitches that I date don't get degrees but they can dress
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Felatio's amazin', make grilled cheese for you, the best
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Major coke figure, I'm the fresh David Koresh
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Soldiers all in Al-Qaeda, new Mercades for cadets
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Balmain uniform, you know Donda designed the vest
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Double M, that be the Army, better yet the Navy
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Baby seen me in that rave, wanna have my baby
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All I wanted was a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch
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Now I want two hundred and menage in my palace
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Walkin' out the jeweler with no mothafuckin' balance
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Somewhere in Jamaica I'm still holdin' on my chalice
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Rims on my Ferrari, my bitch said that I was childish
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'Til I fuck a girl, that girl tweeted that I was stylish
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When we fucked again, she said "That was just some foul shit"
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I walk into the room, you can even hear all the silence
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Feel his blessings wash away my sins
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I'm sanctified and, I have been born again
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Now I proclaim, hallowed be thy name
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Ohhh
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Sanctified
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