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Praise God Lyrics by French Montana French Montana , JID
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Praise God, bro
Praise God
Praise God
Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me
Got it on my own, nobody did it for me
Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me
I still pray to God, hope he save her for me
Told her, 'Give me time,' she ain't listen
Now go, tell 'em when I die, I'm a legend
Praise God
Praise God
Praise God
Praise to The Most High
Bow my head, brush my teeth, and before I go to sleep
Take a knee, you can't Colin Kaep' a nigga, fuck the league
It's a fast race, wasn't last place, up the speed
It's a bag chase, cut the sad face and fuck with me
See who laugh last, I'm just sayin' he a G-O-D
Me, I'm J-I-D, just like I pray for you, you pray for me
In this game of thieves, I just do the most and say the least
But I get paid the most, a quarter-mill' a show, I think it's cheap
Gotta play it slow, I heard that Jesus died at thirty-three
Boosie said, 'You're past twenty-five, you an OG'
More the reason, I thank the most high for the blessings that be
With my head to the sky, stress could blow away with the weed
And I read in the bible, men lie, sin, and repeat
So I repent, another night spent, BB and CC whinin' in the Bent'
Mere window tint, airin' out the indo' scent
Do that shit for niggas rootin' for me and the ones against
Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me
Got it on my own, nobody did it for me
Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me
I still pray to God, hope he save her for me
Told her, 'Give me time,' she ain't listen
Now go, tell 'em when I die, I'm a legend
Praise God
Praise God
Praise God
Praise to The Most High
Before you hit the top, lose hope and feel powerless
Gotta remember, even Jesus had twelve followers
This that Prodigy and Alchemist, Premier and Gang Starr
They want you smokin' PCP, doin' PPP bank frauds
Faith and action make miracles, I'm uncomparable
I got it out of Africa, they laughed, that's hysterical
When that money ran dry, shorty striked like a cobra
Took the L out of lover and I told her it was over
Oscar Robinson, I do it all, alhamdulillah
Pray for peace and stay away from smoke, 'cause I get too involved
Bruno Mars, come with hand grenades, jump the barricades
Duckin' twelve, like a half a day, let that marinate
'Pray for me' on my neck, never ratted, thank God
Even losses, I ain't lose, learn somethin' every time
Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me
Got it on my own, nobody did it for me
Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me
I still pray to God, hope he save her for me
Told her, 'Give me time,' she ain't listen
Now go, tell 'em when I die, I'm a legend
Praise God
Praise God
Praise God
Praise to The Most High
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