"Holy Spirit" lyrics
"Holy Spirit"
Let's go
Huh
Yeah
Ayo, I ain't talking to guys
That get you killed, scales and vacuum seals my office supplies
Huh, put my portion aside
I get ten percent off of every brick like they offering tithes
I'm a God in this dark enterprise
I put everything in its place, I know how to compartmentalize
I'm who you call when they ordering pies
I get 'em to your front door, whether bus, train, walking, or drive
Lord knows we lost a few guys
Huh, it's been a misfortunate ride
So pray with me, don't play with me, I brought this AK with me with a forty-round cartridge inside
Extreme danger, the team major, don't need favors
We never bring strangers to the king's chambers
Y'all reup like teenagers
I got one-point-three of clean paper as my screensaver
Trust
Uh
Word up
Know what I'm sayin'?
Ayo, Lord, forgive me, I'm 'bout to send these niggas to you
Let's go
Ayo, I pray with a forty cal Glock
That I'ma prosper and any weapon formed against me shall not
Put in an order for twelve blocks
Pray everything land, there's holy water in my mailbox
Huh, with a freak in the slums
That like to talk while she give head, that's what I call speaking in tongues
You never seen priests beefing with nuns
But these bitches is out of place down here, they sleeping with bums
A good bitch, I could never find
I give her everything and she still complain, I'm like, "Never mind"
How you gotta complain every time?
This ain't a union, this a communion, you get bread and wine
Huh
Let's go
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