Got Paper

These brothas passin me and they all rollin

Fly coups they throw some d's on but they still ain't got the truth

They blow they cheese on it then they die and what's the use

I'm so secure in jesus all I want in life is fruit

I I don't need no fast money

Nope

Don't need a fast car

Yeah the faith is a race but I't ain't a nascar

Homeie you and god got beef cause you keep

Chasin money like them hundreds got feet

Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 done said that

He still feel hungry even tho he got bread

Make em throw away they life got em runnin from feds

Love of money's like crack both of em will leave you dead

When you die and face god ain't nothing left to be said

Instead of chasing the truth you take a lie to the head

And homie all I can do tell you what jesus said

Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of god's at hand

People they want chesse american mozzerella

The enemies rat trap might snap any second

'M like that dude in matthew who after finding a treasure

Gave all he had to get it that's a real go getta

People dying over wood grain chrome and some leather

They got expensive tastes but the faith tastes better

I know the ice wet but the living water wetter

But don't believe me read the 13 letters

Or you can the torah the gospel and all the prophets

But homie I promise you'll never profit chasing profit

Now look at 1 timothy 6 it's so clear

You chase the money and wind up in a snare

Now a vow of poverty no it's not there

But you pursue god the rest he takes care

You don't step on his back in order to get rich

If you do then you're in sin and ordered to repent

You come come to christ for god

You come to daddy for worship

He ain't take that cross to fund your vanity purchase

Even though we all agree that death is certain

It seems we believe there's banks beyond earth

That's crazy