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God have never set the church up to make pastors rich
Make bishops rich
Your preacher want a Yacht?
Let him get a job and go buy it himself.
Your preacher want a Bentley?
Let him get a job and go buy it himself
Your preacher want a plane?
Let him go out and sell ice cream and buy it himself
They know I don't do it for a check
That's my biggest flex
Tryna lead them to the kingdom Like a GPS
They be saying I ain't got no chill, wait til they see what next
Bryson do you got that blicky on you? That's an easy guess
Tryna bring me down but I've been up like I need some rest
And they say that I got class but I'm still not the one to test
I went on a drill, how? cuz I had to kill my flesh
Tell them I put God first, when they ask me how I'm blessed
Do you serve satan or the king?
I exposed the fakes then they get upset and call me mean
And You either 100% or you fake, it ain't no in between
Rappers beg for features then diss me when they stop getting streams
I serve God, If you serve the world then you ain't on my team
I make music for real, you make music for the memes
And They treat y'all puppets Like guitars, they be pulling strings
Now y'all supporting trannys? They treat everyday like Halloween
They know I don't do it for a check
That's my biggest flex
Tryna lead them to the kingdom Like a GPS
They be saying I ain't got no chill, wait til they see what next
Bryson do you got that blicky on you? That's an easy guess
I don't do it for a check
That's my biggest flex
Tryna lead them to the kingdom Like a GPS
They be saying I ain't got no chill, wait til they see what next
Bryson do you got that blicky on you? That's an easy guess