paroles de chanson Mvt. III - Mari

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