Golden Salvation

Pray

Praises

Give thanks

To the Fada

Holy Water

Jesus piece, but don't nobody wanna know Jesus' peace, no

Niggas use me to shine, I been helpin' you stunt

Look why these rapping dudes ain't hit me in months

I don't ask for too much, covered in VVS's

Women gon play ya closer and them hungry jokers gon try test ya

Now they bumping your record, ya confidence through the roof

Still ya show no respect kid, the Good Book said praise

But you so stuck in your ways, you got my image appraised

While you sinning, I wait

Fornicating with women I sat right there on your table

Don't bow your head for grace, though I'm keeping you graceful

Brothers was born to cheat, though I question who faithful

Fast for me, nope, blasphemy though

Rap to it so racks up to match up with me froze

How can a diamond supercede my wisdom

I seen a reverend with five of me as he read his scripture

This is bible readings to people with malice intentions

You silly get wits seen a Ahki with a crucifix pendant

With a Cuban attached on a secular scene?

I died for you all, now niggas die over me

Jesus piece, Jesus piece, Jesus piece

But don't nobody want know Jesus' peace

Jesus piece, Jesus piece, Jesus piece

But don't nobody want know Jesus' peace

Sierra Leone diamonds, LA to New York got em'

If nobody stores have me some probably would know about me

All over paparazzi, shout out to Murakami

See they commercialize me, I'm sure there will be more robberies

Work, new chain swag get you crew laid fast

Or laid down or not a ticket next to dad

And the bible told you wait on my arrival

But patience was your problem

So get Jacob to come find me

And religion is a style, if not then why this shit a quarter mil

No fugazi, see Jacob tell you that -ish real

Hallelujah the things you do to be the manure

You never thank me at shows but you keep me on tour

Sunday services pastor is the wealthy ones working it

Preaching Armageddon while collection plates been circling the room

Fears but a tool

And Gospel gone commercial pray the purpose isn't cruel

And the workers in the pulpit want they blessings to improve

And they stone me on the cross and niggas stone me for the ooh's

And the ahh's foolish, what am I who are ya

I'm coming down from the sky cause niggas keep praying to shine

Look... amen

For the price of fame

What would you do to have em' say your name

See I promise I would never cop another chain

But the Alms spent on these VS's

Got me in that complex page

For the price of fame

When that Bugatti drop my accountant stop me for a second

And said "not today, not today"

For the price of fame

For the price of fame

What would you do to have em' say your name

It is such a shame