[Intro: Sunday Service Choir]
Dear Lord, make it alright
Dear Lord, make it alright

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My last white was 20 million
So familiar like Tookie Williams, I'm in the building
My conversation is cash money
I fly private, rarely do I have luggage
(Twenty-four hours)
Riding through the ghetto, where I'm from, the kids love me
Every day I'm rocking jewels, I know they wanna touch me
Repercussions mandatory when you injure mine
(Twenty-four candles)
Every time I step on the block my dick on the line
Burning like a candle in Vеrsace sandals
My persona on the camеra, that's just how it's handled
Put me in, coach, I'm going to the paint
(Twenty-four hours)
Ran a couple two-a-days ad took me to the bank
Mark my words, I know you're broke, I see it in your face
Art Basel, twin chains, I spend it on the vase
US Marshals came to cut the gates
(Twenty-four candles)
I'm Double M, I'm known to beat the case
[Chorus: Sunday Service Choir]
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four candles
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four candles
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Grind strenuous, cash out continuous
Mogul in the making, autonomous black businesses
Broken culture that we all lost n***as in
Elevated innovation over ignorance
I represent it
Suburban tinted, five of that's percentage
Closed cur but the Mac-11 muzzle vintage
Go flourish, double back and come and get your n***as
Pass the power to your people, it ain't nothing realer
Faced with this decision it's a funny feeling
Knowing when you tell the truth they gon' come and kill you
Knowing people need some proof, went and got the millions
Stressed a young n***a out but I'm so resilient
The champagne, Honda Civics, they was taking pictures
Young n***as in front the buildings tryna make a living
Or I just figured they was jealous cause we made it quicker
And never asked for no favors, n***a, look
[Chorus: Sunday Service Choir]
Twenty-four hours