Praise the Lord, diamonds dance in the dark night
Hallelujah, chrome clouds rain neon light
Riding through the trenches, saints in Nike Flight
Bless the trap, convert the grams to candlelight
My scripture’s stitched in the seams of these rare garments
Ghost ride the hearse, still swerving through the projects
Holy water splashed on the bezel, still flawless
Psalms in the smoke, watch the skyline turn scarlet
From the pulpit to the pavement, we stay polished
Cross on my chain, but the clip stays tarnished
Amen to the hustle, every breath’s a bargain
Praise the Lord, let the bass drum beat the jargon