| Pray
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| Praises
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| Give thanks
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| To the Fada
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| Holy Water
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| Jesus piece
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| But don’t nobody wanna know Jesus' peace, no
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| Niggas use me to shine
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| I been helpin you stunt
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| Look why these rapping dudes ain’t hit me in months
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| I don’t ask for too much
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| Covered in VVS’s
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| Women gon play ya closer
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| And them hungry jokers gon try test ya
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| Now they bumping your record
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| Ya confidence through the roof
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| Still ya show no respect kid
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| The good book said pray
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| But you so stuck in your ways
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| You got my image appraised
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| Why you sinning out waiting
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| Fornicating with women I sat right there on your table
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| Don’t bow your head for grace
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| Though I’m keeping you graceful
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| Brothers was born to cheat
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| Though I question who faithful
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| Fast for me nope
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| Blasphemy though
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| Rap to it so racks up
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| To match up with me froze
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| How can a diamond supersede my wisdom
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| I seen a reverend with five of me as he read his scripture
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| This is bible readings to people with malice intentions
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| You silly get wits seen ahki with crucifix pendent
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| With a Cuban attached
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| On a secular scene
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| I died for you all
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| Now niggas die over me
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| Jesus piece Jesus piece Jesus piece
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| But don’t nobody want know Jesus peace
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| Jesus piece Jesus piece Jesus piece
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| But don’t nobody want know Jesus peace
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| Sierra Leone diamonds
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| LA to New York got em'?
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| If nobody stores have me
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| Some probably would know about me
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| All over paparazzi
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| Shout out to Murakami
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| See they commercialize me
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| I’m sure there will be more robberies
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| Work
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| New chain swag get you crew laid fast
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| Or laid down or not a ticket next to dad
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| And the bible told you wait on my arrival
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| But patience was your problem
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| So get Jacob to come find me
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| And religion is a style if not
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| Then why this shit a quarter mil
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| No fugazi see Jacob tell you that ish real
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| Hallelujah the things you do to be the manure
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| You never thank me at shows but you keep me on tour
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| Sunday services pastor is the wealthy ones working it
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| Preaching Armageddon while collection plates been circling the room
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| Fears but a tool
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| And Gospel gone commercial pray the purpose isn’t cruel
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| And the workers in the pulpit want they blessings to improve
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| And they stone me on the cross and niggas stone me for the ooh’s
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| And the ahh’s foolish
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| What am I who are ya
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| I’m coming down from the sky cause niggas keep praying to shine
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| Look
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| Amen
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| For the price of fame
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| What would you do to have em' say your name
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| See I promise I would never cop another chain but the arms spent on these VS
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| Got me in that complex page
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| For the price of fame
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| When that Bugatti drop my accountant stop me for a second and said not today
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| not today
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| For the price of fame
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| For the price of fame
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| What would you do to have em' say your name
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| It is such a shame |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Golden Salvation (Jesus Piece) , by - Wale. Song from the album The Gifted, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп