Hallelujah

RIP to my n!gga George Jefferson

N!ggas is moving on up

And I know Weezy personally

Halle motherfvcking lujah

All my real n!ggas I salute ya

All the bad b!tches, I’mma 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, all I’m tryna do, praise him, praise him

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

N!gga I ain’t pastor Mason yo

N!gga Pat and Ron, peach Ciroc, Ace and y’all

And since I got good taste and all

This for all the bad b!tches 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 b!tches 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 motherfvcking lujah

All my real n!ggas I salute ya

All the bad b!tches, I’mma 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, my lord

Lookin' 'round the church like what that n!gga doing here

He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing years

But who am I to judge a n!gga

A.R. don’t wanna go to church, I can’t budge the n!gga

But I love the n!gga, so I’mma 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 buldging, damn pastor you the coldest

My envelope stay swollen

So I’mma count my blessings now, somebody hold this

Halle motherfvcking lujah

All my real n!ggas I salute ya

All the bad b!tches, I’mma 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 chruch would be on fire in here

I’m sure glad we have a choir in here

To wake me up everytime 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 motherfvcking lujah

All my real n!ggas I salute ya

All the bad b!tches, I’mma 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, all I’m tryna do ,(All I’m tryna do)

Praise him, praise him

Heaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do ,(All I’m tryna do)

My lord

My lord