[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Tears on the mausoleum floor
Blood stains the Colosseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rolling in Rolls Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I'm hiding from police
Cocaine seats, all white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic, I'm wondering if a thug's prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asked whose bias do y'all seek?
All for Plato, screech
I'm out here balling, I know y'all hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy he laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats, preach
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiley]
Stab wounds, your body on a stretcher
Where's god, he can't be seen, so i get up
Body drippin with blood ‘cause i'ma rapper
Words and d**h, life's not any better
Surrounded by squad no security guards
I'm still alive and my security is hard i'm a star
I've been rolling through the wild
And i ain't seen a church in a while
I'm glad I'm far
The church was invented to keep my people calm
And if I ever pick up a pen, got the fire in my arm
Flying the flag you're lucky like a charm
Why're you acting like you're living in a barn on a farm
When I die Ima meet the cousin of sleep
I promise I'll make a dozen into a heap
Made a car into 'The Clean', made a buggy a jeep
People runnin with their mouths that should be runnin with their feet
Preach
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Coke on her black skin
Made a stripe like a zebra, I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there's permission
And deception is the only felony
So never f** nobody without telling me
Sungla**es and Advil, last night was mad real
Sun coming up, 5 a.m., I wonder if they got cabs still?
Thinking 'bout the girl in all leopard
Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepherd
Two tattoos: one read "No Apologies"
The other said "Love is Cursed by Monogamy"
It's something that the pastor don't preach
It's something that a teacher can't teach
When we die the money we can't keep
But we probably spend it all cause the pain ain't cheap: preach
[Hook]