[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 niggas 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 niggas

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 nigga out but I'm so resilient

The champagne, Honda Civics, they was taking pictures

Young niggas 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, nigga, look

[Chorus: Sunday Service Choir]

Twenty-four hours