Mvt. III

You know the more we pray
 The more we get paid
 And in order to look blessed and shit
 We gotta stay fresh and shit
 See our ancestors had one good 'fit
 For Sunday service
 In the hood we do our worship
 And recite ghetto bible verses like
 Pray to the lord
 For the diamonds and the gold
 Even though I'm broke
 Must keep shining on these hoes
 Give our problems to the lord and pray that he fix it
 Before the morning comes
 But if you really wanna know the truth
 Just know that
 I hold my head up high
 I'm feeling hella fly
 But you can't tell if I
 Feel hella free
 I wonder if God rocked designer
 And if Moses had Jordans
 When he walked through that water
 Did they sip on a 40
 When it rained like
 40 day 40 nights
 Celebrating to a new life
 Dreaming of the day this is true life
 And that's exactly why I
 I hold my head up high
 I'm feeling hella fly
 But you can't tell if I
 Feel hella free
 I'm fresh to death nigga
 Fresh to the death
 Yea my swag so aged
 Drip drop drop
 But don't mess up my wave
 Some got it made born paid
 Parents money saved
 But a nigga gotta fake paid till I make it
 Oh! Hallelujah
 For that moolah for that moolah
 For that moolah
 Oh! Hallelujah
 Oh! for that moolah