作词 : J. Taylor/J Dutton/S. Benton/S. Jordan
 作曲 : J. Taylor/J Dutton/S. Benton/S. Jordan
 RIP to my n!gga George Jefferson
 N!ggas is moving on up
 And I know Weezy personally
 Halle motherfvcking lujah
 All my real n!ggas I salute ya
 All the bad b!tches, I’mma run through ya
 Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
 Damn, damn, damn, damn
 Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
 Damn, damn, damn, damn
 Heaven’s prays, all I’m tryna do, praise him, praise him
 Heaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do, praise him, my lord
 N!gga I ain’t pastor Mason yo
 N!gga Pat and Ron, peach Ciroc, Ace and y’all
 And since I got good taste and all
 This for all the bad b!tches couldn’t wait to get they braces off
 I know we in church, and the way that I’m thinking wrong
 But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone
 But I don’t wanna do that, I came to take the service in
 And stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in
 Bad b!tches in here, forgive me for my sins
 I ain’t meant to walk inside the church cursing again
 I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus
 But you can’t catch the holy ghost in the Prius
 Halle motherfvcking lujah
 All my real n!ggas I salute ya
 All the bad b!tches, I’mma run through ya
 Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
 Damn, damn, damn, damn
 Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
 Damn, damn, damn, damn
 Heaven’s prays, my lord
 Lookin' 'round the church like what that n!gga doing here
 He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing years
 But who am I to judge a n!gga
 A.R. don’t wanna go to church, I can’t budge the n!gga
 But I love the n!gga, so I’mma go for both us
 And put these G Star slacks with these Louie loafers
 He rather sit outside and listen to Hova
 But the service jumping, the pastor serving my mimosas
 And all this ass in here, how do I focus
 Collection plate buldging, damn pastor you the coldest
 My envelope stay swollen
 So I’mma count my blessings now, somebody hold this
 Halle motherfvcking lujah
 All my real n!ggas I salute ya
 All the bad b!tches, I’mma run through ya
 Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
 Damn, damn, damn, damn
 Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
 Damn, damn, damn, damn (Heaven’s prays)
 Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap
 Ain’t paying they tithes, taking up 2 seats
 And look at God’s house, pack full of sinners
 With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners
 Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain’t
 And your outfit clean but your nose ain’t
 And I suppose ain’t nobody a liar in here
 If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here
 I’m sure glad we have a choir in here
 To wake me up everytime I get tired in here
 And one thing’s for sure, gotta praise the Lord
 Cause when I went to Undefeated, they still had my fours
 Fell to the floor like
 Halle motherfvcking lujah
 All my real n!ggas I salute ya
 All the bad b!tches, I’mma run through ya
 Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
 Damn, damn, damn, damn
 Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
 Damn, damn, damn, damn
 Heaven’s prays, all I’m tryna do ,(All I’m tryna do)
 Praise him, praise him
 Heaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do ,(All I’m tryna do)
 My lord
 My lord