Holy Ghost (Feat. Joe Fox)

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 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 he 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 Hell, nobody's ever defined 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 Saviour Won't let the pearly gates up in this Probably do that on your poor behavior My mentor 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 Holy ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees Holy ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need