[Verse]
Sunday service, no candles, we sparking burners,
Blame the churches, hymns flip to street earners.
Numerology, digits twist, coded surgery,
Calculated steps, crown fits me certainly.
[Verse 2]
From pews to the avenue, wisdom like a preacher,
Gold on the chalice, sipping truth from the speaker.
Top G energy, pyramids to my frequency,
A pharaoh’s mentality, ancient in decency.
[Chorus]
Nothing stopping me, I’m a prophecy in motion,
Currents in the ocean, power surge devotion.
Top of the chain, my name rings eternal,
Spitting fire sermons, my gospel infernal.
[Verse 3]
Calculated moves like a chessboard assassin,
Breaking chains of silence, my thoughts everlasting.
Burners in the choir, melodies of mayhem,
Every verse a weapon, pen sharper than Amen.
[Bridge]
Ciphers in the smoke, sermons in the streets,
Church bells echo where the real and the heat meet.
Sacred mathematics, truth carved in the stone,
Top G ascending, claim my seat on the throne.
[Chorus]
Nothing stopping me, I’m a prophecy in motion,
Currents in the ocean, power surge devotion.
Top of the chain, my name rings eternal,
Spitting fire sermons, my gospel infernal.