It's all gon' pass
(x3)
Oh Lord

(Future)
Everyday, at the end of my block
See big whips pulling out the rim shop
Black on black Giovanni's
They blowing their money, that's how they spend guac
Not tripping off where they gonna end up
They ain't listening, chilling, ignoring His calling
Learned it on Redeemed
But you really should've learned it on Our World: Fallen
But you're living for the moment
God's gifts, you don't want it
When Christ comes back He's gonna hit harder
Than Katrina hit New Orleans
You're gonna lose all you have
One day it's all gon' pass
You'll meet the Rock of Ages that's
Bigger than the rock that made Titanic crash
Puffing blunts in the Jag
That's how you stuck with your cash
Like Lil Wayne you gone all day
With your money tucked in a duffel bag
Sell a couple of bags
You on the block grinding
Chasing American dreams so you can keep shining
But your time is winding up
You ain't never gonna have enough
Even money got more faith than you
Cause every dollar says "In God we trust"
It's the lust of the flesh
Your turn just could be next
You never know when it's overtime
But are you prepared to play sudden death?

Chorus:
You can have it all, take the cars and the cash
It ain't gon' mean nothing when the Lord comes back
It's all gon' pass
I said it's all gon' pass
Oh Lord
(x2)

(Iz-Real)
Reporting live from the booth, yeah
Good morning, America
Still here to inform
You're Godless in your character
Like your pop, you're a natural born replica
No better, I was chief of the heathens
Far from an amateur
Anxious to make a statement
Park, I'm gonna keep it basic
I know you're on your way lift
Laced in designer bracelets
God is just and patient
Reveals this truth so gracious
Those chosen one like Matrix
Endured the brutal facelift
Chosen to choose man
I was born for this
Called out to give the lost direction
Like the turn you missed
No pride of life, I gotta shy
God loves brokenness
Had to fly about the norm
Too much turbulence
Ain't pushing keys, crushing trees or popping E
Minus Christ, no matter how you're placed
You're sideways, daddy, like PS3
I know the fox is mean
You whip a Lamborghin'
Steady on the rise
But you gonna burn, scrap, like gasoline
Ya dig?

Chorus

Cats is hungry for that money
So hungry it's like a pot of greens
Cause once you taste it, you change faces like Halloween
I see your movements, you keep it smoother than Frank Lucas
You're flirting with flames, but ain't came through St. Louis
You want that pot of gold, that's Harry Potter though
I mean fantasy man, answer me, what about your soul?
See Christianity's basically like a movie trailer
Showing you clips that Heaven's better, yet you'd rather settle
For the bootleg with low class quality, what are
Yellow diamonds and the earthly monopoly, I mean a
Dozen of cars, and a dozen of houses and a
Couple awards, and a couple of islands, plus
A couple of girls, you know that be wilding but
Compared to Heaven that's a couple of thousand bucks
See life is like a vapor
I know you like the paper
But paper's passing away
You should take to Christ the Savior

Chorus