Rags
Ryan Joshua.
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He called us filthy rags—I guess this rags to riches Tryna get a bag, to give it back, I'm on the road to riches Stack my riches in heaven—that's just what you do I know my God, only faith gon make Him move He called us filthy rags—I guess this rags to riches Gotta get a bag, to give it back, I'm on the road to riches Stack my riches in heaven—that's just what you do I know my God, only faith gon make Him move This bout souls, not zeros, gotta get em Lord as my witness, I'm in it til the finish Man this all I know, I inherited the family business My records gon break records—I'm finna call up Guinness Swear this all I know Kingdom CEO He the champ, Dante Bowe He got the gold—this aint gotta go gold Saving souls—that's the goal God called me…hello Hadda put my flesh on hold In with new, out with the old I'm on fire, somebody tell em I'm still cold He the Messiah—let's tell somebody who don't know Matter fact, switch that to "show", let's walk in power, authority, be bold I'm moving the needle, dressed in all white, looking like a light, reaping what I sow I'm calling the homeless, I'm calling the poor, I'm calling the weak, I'm calling the whores I'm calling fornicators, homosexuals, transgenders, intellectuals I'm calling the witches. Let's talk love not religion I'm calling me, I'm calling you, I'm calling the squad! Come thru I'm a supernova in the dark You could have Navy Seals on deck l'm a great white shark—l'm all bite—no bark Burn the beat till I'm tired, then burn out the tires, and burn my attire You might wonder why am I like this Well, I was never told don't play with fire I got smoke if you want it This aint a game...never think that His law is gold--you can bank that I'm back in the lab, back in the booth, back in the stu...cooking the stew I'm dope. Like I put crack in it too Calling my squad, my platoon, napping on news, stacking my jewels—in Heaven cuz that's what you do. This bout souls, not zeros, gotta get em Lord as my witness, I'm in it til the finish Man this all I know, I inherited the family business My records gon break records—I'm finna call up Guinness Felt like Peter…Jesus get away from me, I'm a sinner Now I got vision, got the victory, I'm a winner He had to mold me so we can break the mold I gave Jesus the flow…and that's not a mood, issa mode He called us filthy rags—I guess this rags to riches Gotta get a bag, to give it back, I'm on the road to riches Stack my riches in heaven—that's just what you do I know my God, only faith gon make Him move (move) He called us filthy rags—I guess this rags to riches Tryna get a bag, to give it back, I'm on the road to riches Stack my riches in heaven—that's just what you do I know my God, only faith gon make Him move
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