Golden Salvation (Jesus Piece)

Lyrics

[Intro] Pray Praises Give thanks To the Father Holy Water [Interlude] Jesus piece, but don't nobody wan' know Jesus' peace, no [Verse 1] 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, blast for me though Rap to it so it racks up, to match up with me, froze How can a diamond supersede 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 [Hook] Jesus piece, Jesus piece, Jesus piece But don't nobody wan' know Jesus' peace Jesus piece, Jesus piece, Jesus piece But don't nobody wan' know Jesus' peace [Verse 2] 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 Word, 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 is 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'll I'm coming down from the sky 'cause niggas keep praying to shine Look... amen [Outro] For the price of fame What would you do to have 'em say your name? See I promised 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 dropped, 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