Ryan Joshua. - Rags Lyrics

He called us filthy rags-I guess this rags to riches
Tryna get a bag, to give it back, I'm on the road to riches
Stack my riches in heaven-that's just what you do
I know my God, only faith gon make Him move
He called us filthy rags-I guess this rags to riches
Gotta get a bag, to give it back, I'm on the road to riches
Stack my riches in heaven-that's just what you do
I know my God, only faith gon make Him move
This bout souls, not zeros, gotta get em
Lord as my witness, I'm in it til the finish
Man this all I know, I inherited the family business
My records gon break records-I'm finna call up Guinness
Swear this all I know
Kingdom CEO
He the champ, Dante Bowe
He got the gold-this aint gotta go gold
Saving souls-that's the goal
God called me...hello
Hadda put my flesh on hold
In with new, out with the old
I'm on fire, somebody tell em I'm still cold
He the Messiah-let's tell somebody who don't know
Matter fact, switch that to "show", let's walk in power, authority, be bold
I'm moving the needle, dressed in all white, looking like a light, reaping what I sow
I'm calling the homeless, I'm calling the poor, I'm calling the weak, I'm calling the whores
I'm calling fornicators, homosexuals, transgenders, intellectuals
I'm calling the witches. Let's talk love not religion
I'm calling me, I'm calling you, I'm calling the squad! Come thru
I'm a supernova in the dark
You could have Navy Seals on deck
L'm a great white shark-l'm all bite-no bark
Burn the beat till I'm tired, then burn out the tires, and burn my attire
You might wonder why am I like this
Well, I was never told don't play with fire
I got smoke if you want it
This aint a game...never think that
His law is gold--you can bank that
I'm back in the lab, back in the booth, back in the stu...cooking the stew
I'm dope. Like I put crack in it too
Calling my squad, my platoon, napping on news, stacking my jewels-in Heaven cuz that's what you do.
This bout souls, not zeros, gotta get em
Lord as my witness, I'm in it til the finish
Man this all I know, I inherited the family business
My records gon break records-I'm finna call up Guinness
Felt like Peter...Jesus get away from me, I'm a sinner
Now I got vision, got the victory, I'm a winner
He had to mold me so we can break the mold
I gave Jesus the flow...and that's not a mood, issa mode
He called us filthy rags-I guess this rags to riches
Gotta get a bag, to give it back, I'm on the road to riches
Stack my riches in heaven-that's just what you do
I know my God, only faith gon make Him move (move)
He called us filthy rags-I guess this rags to riches
Tryna get a bag, to give it back, I'm on the road to riches
Stack my riches in heaven-that's just what you do
I know my God, only faith gon make Him move