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Kanye West - Praise God Original Lyrics

[Chorus: Pusha T & Baby Keem]
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The devil my opp, uh
Can’t pay me to stop, uh
My God at the top, oh
(Uh, pop, bitch)

[Verse: Baby Keem]
You ever seen your mama smoke crack while you studied division?
Your uncle ever stole from you, day after Christmas? (uh)
Seen both of those in the county jail visits (uh)
The first and the fifteenth, the only religion (uh)
Noodles in the microwave, shark tank tidal wave
Grandma shootin' niggas, blood on the highway
Crosses on the dashboard, you just want a platform
I wanna take everything that I ask for
Catch me a body, I'll put that on anybody but my mama (sheesh)
I promised that lady a house when she get out
I seen it all coming (sheesh)
I'm into the movies
I'm into the shit that be makin' a magic (Ayy, ayy)
I might just gon' pull me a Ye
And go buy all thе churches so I don't got taxes (Ayy)
Jack of all trades, got monеy out the way
Put my heart in the faith, I'm good, love (Let's go)
Cousin in the courts, heard he jumped off the porch
Turn a brick to a Porsche, I'm good, love (Let's go)
Catch us, you know I'm gon' rack up (Let's go)
I need the advance and the equity to match up (Let's go)
The engineer dead if the drive don't back up (Let's go)
These words come of God, you could never outrap us
Nowadays, gotta walk cautious, ayy
Nowadays, I'm a new prophet, ayy
Game dead, no autopsy, ayy
City girl with a new body, ayy (ha)
Catch a body, put the Prada in the ta-da (ta-da)
Nigga 'boutta get some pussy, give me five (Give me five)
Gun dirty, got the thirty in the purse-purse (Purse-purse)
Tight bitch, put the perkys in her salad (In her salad)
I gotta pray for the basics, ayy
I never seen Steve Lacy wear shoelaces
The nigga not tasteless
He never had new louis, he ain't even taste it (Skrrt)
I'm still in the cut (cut)
I'm still in the cut with my da-a-awgs (Fuck)
You stealin' a what (fuck)
You [?] cadence [?]
R-I-P, [?] my people
I'm proud of my people, I'm proud of my dawgs (Woof)
My ex got a beamer, she want me to see it
I still ain't gon' see it, like, okay
I love when they ratchet, I don't do her Patek
I still do the watches the old way
She think I'm conceited, I'm thinkin' 'bout cheatin'
I don't do the flowers or roleplay
I'm twenty years old, lookin' at twenty million
This money don't come with a probate
They send me ten [?] like "no way" (Ayy)
I got this shit brackin' in four days
Four eyes, four eyes, two eyes (Ayy, ayy)
Switch sides, nigga be fresh out (Ayy)
Suicide doors, I suicide, suicide (Ayy, ayy)
Lambo body, who gon' stop me? (Ayy)
Baby Keem is too wild
Function at the temple
Jesus pieces in the luau
Baby Keem is too wild
God be the source
But [?] gon' be the hollywood divorce (Lil' bitch)
[?] summers with them bitches in new york (Lil' bitch)
[?] bitches in new york (Lil' bitch)
[?] here we at (Lil' bitch)
[?] for the shit back (Lil' bitch)
[?] paparazi know where you at (Lil' bitch)
[?] parents never know where you at (Lil' bitch)
Let's get right, let's get right (Now you get me?)
Let's get right, let's get right (Do you get me?)
Don't know you, you, you, you, let's get right
Don't know you, you, you, you, let's get right (Huh)
Ayy, all of my niggas on Channel 5
I don't channel ten 'til it go time
Used to throw up my uncle's spaghetti
Been told to tote since before I was ready
Back when my mama told me that I was challenged
A single Black woman, you know that she petty
I turned a heavy heart to two million dollars
I put that in totals, reverse outta debty