[Verse 1]
Thought that was my nigga
But he moving like he bitch-made
When me and the homies slide, bet he catching 6 fades
Don't even give em rest, he gon’ get it for 6 days
Then call up the 6 god and split the blessings - 6 ways
That's the mantra, niggas saying we monsters
But all we do is sponsor brothers sharing the pasta
We stomp ya, stop anybody who running contra
To the bands in a land everyone else divides and conquers
I ponder, how these boys made it to squandеr
But mothers living in squalor listening from transponders
I need a promptеr, maybe even a benefit concert
To spit some real shit, the way y'all maunder is bonkers
We ain’t taking sick days, the grind too effortless
You struggle when you fix hate, but my shit? Heaven sent
The Kingdom of the Lord ain't free, only seven cents
That's God talking yo language, cause y'all don't speak reverence
[Chorus]
The reverence
Come get a taste of benevolence
You don't need to pace or make haste when you heaven-sent
Ways of the world are making light — rays of pestilence
Promise you gon heal, when you feel a bit of that reverence
The reverence
Come get a taste of benevolence
You don't need to pace or make haste when you heaven-sent
Ways of the world making light — rays of pestilence
Promise you gon heal, when you feel a bit of that reverence, nigga
[Verse 2]
We stressing, world consistently pressing
Every day is some new shit, every day needs addressing
But in the Garden of the lord, the salads don't need no dressing
Just listen to the message and stop the messing
This ain’t coming from the preacher
But a child of the preacher’s hands
Granddad was living wicked
Now he got the teacher's hands
Talking like a preacher, man! God and him been talking different
Called him on the phone last week, can hear he walking different
Cause the world is full of wayward sons
With they golden calves
That’s just cause they hungry
Still searching for they golden halves
Spreading hate, denying love swearing that it's better math
But Covid gon' catch up to em, they gon need a better mask
The plague catches up to you, you gon' need some better tasks
It’s raining frogs, protects your sons because the blood of better baths is coming
False prophets seeking power, ask who's running
But trust in a high-power? You ain't gotta ask who's coming
[Chorus]
It's the reverence
Come get a taste of benevolence
You don't need to pace or make haste when you heaven-sent
Ways of the world making light — rays of pestilence
Promise you gon heal, when you feel a bit of that reverence
The reverence
Come get a taste of benevolence
You don't need to pace or make haste when you heaven-sent
Ways of the world making light — rays of pestilence
Promise you gon heal, when you feel a bit of that reverence, nigga
Thought that was my nigga
But he moving like he bitch-made
When me and the homies slide, bet he catching 6 fades
Don't even give em rest, he gon’ get it for 6 days
Then call up the 6 god and split the blessings - 6 ways
That's the mantra, niggas saying we monsters
But all we do is sponsor brothers sharing the pasta
We stomp ya, stop anybody who running contra
To the bands in a land everyone else divides and conquers
I ponder, how these boys made it to squandеr
But mothers living in squalor listening from transponders
I need a promptеr, maybe even a benefit concert
To spit some real shit, the way y'all maunder is bonkers
We ain’t taking sick days, the grind too effortless
You struggle when you fix hate, but my shit? Heaven sent
The Kingdom of the Lord ain't free, only seven cents
That's God talking yo language, cause y'all don't speak reverence
[Chorus]
The reverence
Come get a taste of benevolence
You don't need to pace or make haste when you heaven-sent
Ways of the world are making light — rays of pestilence
Promise you gon heal, when you feel a bit of that reverence
The reverence
Come get a taste of benevolence
You don't need to pace or make haste when you heaven-sent
Ways of the world making light — rays of pestilence
Promise you gon heal, when you feel a bit of that reverence, nigga
[Verse 2]
We stressing, world consistently pressing
Every day is some new shit, every day needs addressing
But in the Garden of the lord, the salads don't need no dressing
Just listen to the message and stop the messing
This ain’t coming from the preacher
But a child of the preacher’s hands
Granddad was living wicked
Now he got the teacher's hands
Talking like a preacher, man! God and him been talking different
Called him on the phone last week, can hear he walking different
Cause the world is full of wayward sons
With they golden calves
That’s just cause they hungry
Still searching for they golden halves
Spreading hate, denying love swearing that it's better math
But Covid gon' catch up to em, they gon need a better mask
The plague catches up to you, you gon' need some better tasks
It’s raining frogs, protects your sons because the blood of better baths is coming
False prophets seeking power, ask who's running
But trust in a high-power? You ain't gotta ask who's coming
[Chorus]
It's the reverence
Come get a taste of benevolence
You don't need to pace or make haste when you heaven-sent
Ways of the world making light — rays of pestilence
Promise you gon heal, when you feel a bit of that reverence
The reverence
Come get a taste of benevolence
You don't need to pace or make haste when you heaven-sent
Ways of the world making light — rays of pestilence
Promise you gon heal, when you feel a bit of that reverence, nigga
( Jacques Noisy )
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