[Intro] Ay, I have a message from the Most High that says "This negra kept his soul from the Devil" It's true, I guess I mean, wait a minute now Is your people really that God damn ign'ant? Really? Really?
[Verse: A$Ap Rocky] Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, "Quiet down" Bow your head, the Most High's around cocktails Guys and gals miss me, ties and gowns happen now My attire sells, how you tryna sound? Stop it now They ask me why I don't go to church no more Cause church is the new club and wine is the new bub And lies is the new drugs, my sister the next stripper My brother the next victim, my usher the next tricker Satan givin' out deals, finna own these rappers The game is full of slaves and they mostly rappers You sold your soul first, then your homies after Let's show these stupid field niggas they could own they masters Holy smokes, I think my pastor was the only folk To own the Rollie, Ghost and Rolls Royces with no Holy Ghost And get your shit prepared, face your fears, all you niggas scared Say your prayers, pray you fit upstairs, it's our only hope Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, "Quiet down" Bow your head, the Most High's around, Lord (These things are not right, these things is not right) Lord (Hell, nobody's ever defined) Lord The pastor had a thing for designer glasses Yeah, I'm talkin' fancy plates and diamond glasses The ushers keep skimmin' the collection baskets And they tryna dine us with some damn wine and crackers Who's more important than your Lord and Savior? Won't let the pearly gates up in this Probably due to all your poor behavior My mental got a couple tips to save ya Just be sure to count it as my only favour, thank me later Uh, every night I stayed up sayin' prayer, made me greater, uh Let's savior chasin' green for collard greens and baked potatoes On the table, pray for cable, hit the label, now we major Ha, I got my own relationship with God, Lord
[Hook x2: Joe Fox] Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees Holy Ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need