Gold dust on my knuckles, prayers on my tongue,
Halo in the rearview, I’m nowhere, but I’m young.
City lights like scripture, hummin’ in the chrome,
Every saint I ever met was halfway to the throne.

Ain’t no choir in my corner, just the bassline preachin’,
Turned my losses into sermons, now the scars still speakin’.
Got a past made of smoke, future made of flame,
If I ever found heaven, it was spelled in my name.

They told me “boy, slow down,” but the road don’t sleep,
Every mile got a memory buried six feet deep.
So I keep my soul in stereo, my faith on beat,
And I turn my doubts into gold every time I speak.

Every bruise I ever bled turned a little bit brighter,
Every sin I ever sinned made the fire burn tighter.

This that Gold Dust Gospel —
Shine through the struggle, pray through the hustle.
I don’t need a witness, I don’t need a title,
Every loss I took became my revival.
Yeah, this that Gold Dust Gospel —
Dripped in the dirt, still holy in the rubble.

Crossed lines and dollar signs, same confession booth,
Preach the pain in 808s, every verse my proof.
If grace got a limit, I already ran it,
Still I rise from the static like a seed in the granite.

Got the choir in my chest now, hummin’ my name,
Got a crown in my closet I don’t care to claim.
‘Cause the glow ain’t gold if it ain’t from the grime,
And I still keep faith in the off-beat time.

Oh, I’m half saint, half sinner,
Full soul, no filler.
I’m just tryna make the midnight shimmer,
And the morning feel bigger.

This that Gold Dust Gospel —
Turn the pain to a hymn, the sin to a muscle.
Ain’t a prayer I ain’t bent, ain’t a fear I ain’t wrestled,
Every flaw I got’s just another vessel.
Yeah, this that Gold Dust Gospel —
Still breathin’, still sinnin’, still special.

Gold dust on my hands, world on my shoulders,
Every verse I write makes the fire burn colder.
Ain’t saved, but I’m closer —
That’s my gospel, over and over.