Текст песни
Yeah
Two masters
Choose one
No middle ground
No half way run
One feed greed one feed faith
One print paper one print grace
Let's talk facts
Chasin that bag like freedom inside
Sold my time just to feed my pride
All seeing eye on the dollar sign
They worship ink I worship design
Clock in scroll feed the beast
Bought by debt call it peace
Fake rich fake faith fake shine
Price tag soul for a temporary line
Who mint that mint not YAHUAH
Babylon bank got the world on jaw
They brand it trust but that print gon fade
I'm talkin eternity covenant made
Direct deposit direct control
Digits rise but the spirit low
Work all week still feel owned
Paid in paper taxed in soul
Loan on the house note on the breath
Interest eat till it starve what's left
Call it success I call it theft
Smile on the feed quiet death
No one can serve two masters
You'll hate one love the other
Pick your side truth or paper
Two masters same choice new age
Scroll or Scripture stage or cage
They print lies He write light
Pick that side before midnight
Two masters hearts on trial
Truth cut deep no denial
YAHUAH reign no gray climb
Serve the King or serve the dime
They said hustle hard I did that race
Chased that bag forgot His face
Now I'm back like prodigal flame
Pocket empty but faith got gain
Every stream got a hidden string
Followers bow where the idols sing
I don't need plaques I need peace
Treasure in heaven don't need receipts
Say less stop cappin repent quick
Obedience hit different legit
Credit score social rank
Worth assigned by a blinking bank
Trending now gone by dawn