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 you 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 Savior?

Won't let the pearly gates up in this

Probably due to all your poor behavior

My mental 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

Holy ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees

Holy ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need