Paper Saint's (Explicit)

They kneel to a screen, green glow in they eyes,

Prayin’ to numbers, decimal gods in disguise,

Got crosses on chains but they faith in a check,

Say “In God We Trust,” but they worship the flex.

Mama need help but the rent due first,

Heart gettin’ colder, pockets gettin’ thirst,

They sell they soul for a brand-name crown,

Chasin’ fake love till they spirit run down.

They say “time is money,” so they never got time,

Clock runnin’ fast but the soul fall behind,

Hands in the air when the profit go up,

But won’t lift a finger when the poor show up.

Hook

Money on the altar, they prayin’ to the cash,

Burnin’ all they morals just to make it last,

Got a god with a dollar sign face,

Bow down to the paper chase.

Money on the altar, faith weighed in gold,

Verse 2

Executives preach from a marble stage,

Talk about hustle like it’s holy praise,

Kids learn early what success look like,

Not peace of mind, just a louder mic,

They baptize lies in designer suits,

Call greed “drive,” call kindness “weak roots,”

Every blessing got a price tag now,

Even love need proof when the funds run out.

Hook

Money on the altar, they prayin’ to the cash,

Burnin’ all they morals just to make it last,

Got a god with a dollar sign face,

Bow down to the paper chase.

Money on the altar, faith weighed in gold,