Hey I have a message from the most High This Negro kept his soul from the Devil, it's true Wait a minute now... Church bells and choir sounds Tell em to quiet down Bow your head the most high's around Cocktails, guys and gals Amidst In ties and gowns happen now My entire style is how you're trying to sound, stop it now They ask me why I don't go to church no more Cause church is the new dub And wine is the new bub And lies is the new drug My sister the next stripper My brother the next victim My usher the next trick of Satan Giving out deals Fixing to own these rappers The game is full of slaves And their mostly rappers You sold your soul first And then your homies after Please tell these stupid field niggas They could own their masters Holy smokes I think my pastor Was the only folk to own the Rolly-coasting Rolls Royces With no holy ghost and get your shit prepared Face your fears all you niggas scared Say your prayers pray you ft upstairs If s our only hope Church bells and quiet sounds Tell em to quiet down Bow your head the most high's around Lord Lord Lord The pastor had a thing for designer glasses Yeah I'm talking fancy plates And diamond glasses The ushers keep skimming the collection baskets And they trying to dine us with some damn wine and crackers Who's more important than your lord and savior Won't let the pearly gates open If s probably due to all your poor behavior My mental guide, a couple of tips will save you Just be sure to count it as my only favor Thank me later Every night I stayed up saying prayer made me greater Lets say we're chasing green for collard greens and baked potatoes On the table pray for cable Hit the label now we major, haaa I got my own relationship with god-lord Holy Ghost I'm on my knees I'm on my knees Holy Ghost You're all I need You're all I need Holy Ghost I'm on my knees I'm on my knees Holy Ghost You're all I need You're all I need