Big Sean ft. Kanye West ft. Rick Ross - Sanctified

There's a few million angels movin' around me I just worship thee, for all he's done for me It's a new day, I have been born again I've been born again, I've been born again In His spirit, and His name I'm sanctified! Lord I testify He's right by my side I believe it be His word is so clear to me Yeah, yeah Big Sean & Kanye West: All I wanted was 100 million dollars and a bad bitch Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status All I wanted was 100 million dollars and a bad bitch Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status Kanye West: Niggas be lovin' the old Ye, they sayin' the new Ye, that nigga be spazzin' But when Ali turn up and be Ali, you can't ever take that nigga back to Cassius So you can gon' and make them lies, but I'm so sanctified I don't sweat it, wipe my forehead with a hankerchief And wash my sins in the blood of Jesus People sayin', "Ye we need another Yeezus" Lames try to tell me, "Cut the wilin' out, out" But who the fuck is you reachin' Past me? 30 bottles champagne precession That's that Holy water, sanctified refreshments God sent me a message, said I'm too aggressive Really!? Me!? Too aggressive!? Feel his blessings wash away my sins I'm sanctified and, I have been born again Now I proclaim, hallowed be thy name Ohhh Big Sean: All I wanted was 100 million dollars and a bad bitch Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status Rick Ross: Keys to my success, I get new keys and new address Bitches that I date don't get degrees but they can dress Felatio's amazin', make grilled cheese for you, the best Major coke figure, I'm the fresh David Koresh Soldiers all in Al-Qaeda, new Mercades for cadets Balmain uniform, you know Donda designed the vest Double M, that be the Army, better yet the Navy Baby seen me in that rave, wanna have my baby All I wanted was a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch Now I want two hundred and menage in my palace Walkin' out the jeweler with no mothafuckin' balance Somewhere in Jamaica I'm still holdin' on my chalice Rims on my Ferrari, my bitch said that I was childish 'Til I fuck a girl, that girl tweeted that I was stylish When we fucked again, she tell me "That was just some foul shit" I walk into the room, you can even hear all the silence Feel his blessings wash away my sins I'm sanctified and, I have been born again Now I proclaim, hallowed be thy name Ohhh