iamezekiel - Gold Lyrics

I'm tryna make it to heaven
Streets is made of gold
I'm tryna make it to heaven
Take me home

I'm tryna make it to heaven
Where the streets is made of gold
But it's hard tryna die to myself
Make the old me dead and gone
Devil said he'd give me the world
But he want me to sell my soul
What If I don't live till tomorrow
Would Jesus take me home
I'm tryna make it to heaven
Where the streets is made of gold
But it's hard tryna die to myself
Make the old me dead and gone
Devil said he'd give me the world
But he want me to sell my soul
What If I don't live till tomorrow
Would Jesus take me home

This walk ain't easy
Gotta have endurance for this
The devil sleazy
Wanna see me burn in the pit
My God he free'd me
I seen the chains split
No more misleading
I felt my heart shift
Can't sift me out like wheat
The son he prayed for me
Tell a demon he can't compete
Holy spirit he live in me
I still got some people that stuck in the street
I know you can free them you did it for me
I Stand in the gap for all of my brothers
When you come back take all of my brothers

I'm tryna make it to heaven
Where the streets is made of gold
But it's hard tryna die to myself
Make the old me dead and gone
Devil said he'd give me the world
But he want me to sell my soul
What If I don't live till tomorrow
Would Jesus take me home
I'm tryna make it to heaven
Where the streets is made of gold
But it's hard tryna die to myself
Make the old me dead and gone
Devil said he'd give me the world
But he want me to sell my soul
What If I don't live till tomorrow
Would Jesus take me home

I'm tryna walk on them gold streets
Pharisees judgeing don't know me
Pathway is narrow get lonely
Call on my Abba my OG
Leaning on God don't need codine
Washed in the fire no cold feet
So I ain't turning back
Devil tryna sneak attack
I can't fall for that
Juke it like a running back
Only one man is perfect I'm not him
Chief of sin probably rank in the top ten
Gave my life back to Jesus I'm locked in
Tell the devil no swiper aint swiping
Yeah Uh
Tell the devil no swiper aint swiping

I'm tryna make it to heaven
Where the streets is made of gold
But it's hard tryna die to myself
Make the old me dead and gone
Devil said he'd give me the world
But he want me to sell my soul
What If I don't live till tomorrow
Would Jesus take me home
I'm tryna make it to heaven
Where the streets is made of gold
But it's hard tryna die to myself
Make the old me dead and gone
Devil said he'd give me the world
But he want me to sell my soul
What If I don't live till tomorrow
Would Jesus take me home