Hallelujah (ft. Game)

RIP to my nigga George Jefferson

Niggas is moving on up

And I know Weezy personally

Halle motherfucking lujah

All my real niggas I salute ya

All the bad bitches, I'ma run throguh ya

Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Heaven's prays, all I'm tryna do, praise him, praise I'm

Heaven's prays, all I'm wanna do, praise him, my lord

Nigga I ain't pastor Mason yo

Nigga patting rhyme, peach Ciroc, Ace and y'all?

And since I got good taste and all

This for all the bad bitches couldn't wait to get they braces off

I know we in church, and the way that I'm thinking wrong

But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone

But I don't wanna do that, I came to take the service in

And stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in

Bad bitches in here, forgive me for my sins

I ain't meant to walk inside the church cursing again

I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus

But you can't catch the holy ghost in the Prius

Halle motherfucking lujah

All my real niggas I salute ya

All the bad bitches, I'ma run throguh ya

Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Heaven's prays

Lookin' 'round the church like what that nigga doing here

He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing years

But who am I to judge a nigga

AR don't wanna go to church, I can't budge the nigga

But I love the nigga, so I'ma go for both us

And put these G Star slacks with these Louie loafers

He rather sit outside and listen to Hova

But the service jumping, the pastor serving my mimosas

And all this ass in here, how do I focus

Collection plate bulging damn pastor you the coldest

My envelope stay swollen

So I'ma count my blessings now, somebody hold this

Halle motherfucking lujah

All my real niggas I salute ya

All the bad bitches, I'ma run through ya

Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Heaven's prays

Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap

Ain't paying they tithes, taking up 2 seats

And look at God's house, pack full of sinners

With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners

Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain't

And your outfit clean but your nose ain't

And I suppose ain't nobody a liar in here

If that was true, the whole church would be on fire in here

I'm so glad we have a choir in here

To wake me up every time I get tired in here

And one thing's for sure, gotta praise the Lord

'Cause when I went to Undefeated, they still had my fours

Fell to the floor like

Halle motherfucking lujah

All my real niggas I salute ya

All the bad bitches, I'ma run through ya

Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Heaven's prays