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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chance the Rapper
Lead Vocals
Fred Hammond
Vocals
J.P. Floyd
Horn
Jamila Woods
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Cage
Songwriter
Chancelor J. Bennett
Songwriter
Fred Hammond
Songwriter
Jamila Woods
Songwriter
Nate Fox
Songwriter
Nico Segal
Songwriter
Peter Wilkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chance the Rapper
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
J.P. Floyd
Producer
Jeff Lane
Mixing Engineer
Nate Fox
Producer
Nico Segal
Producer
Peter CottonTale
Producer
Lyrics
I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone
I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone
When the praises go up, the blessings come down
When the praises go up, the blessings come down
It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap
It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap
I don't make songs for free, I make 'em for freedom
Don't believe in kings, believe in the Kingdom
Chisel me into stone, prayer whistle me into song air
Dying laughing with Krillin saying something 'bout blonde hair
Jesus' black life ain't matter, I know, I talked to his daddy
Said, "You the man of the house now, look out for your family"
He has ordered my steps, gave me a sword with a crest
And gave Donnie a trumpet in case I get shortness of breath
I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone (don't be mad)
I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone
When the praises go up (Good God)
The blessings come down (Good God)
When the praises go up, oh-oh (Good God)
The blessings come down (the blessings come down)
When the praises go up, oh-oh (it seems like blessings keep falling in my lap)
The blessings come down (the blessings come down)
When the praises go up, oh-oh, the blessings come down (Good God)
They booked the nicest hotels on the 59th floor
With the big wide windows, with the suicide doors
Ain't no blood on my money, ain't no Twitter in Heaven
I know them drugs isn't close, ain't no visitin' Heaven
I know the difference in blessings and worldly possessions
Like my ex-girl getting pregnant
And her becoming my everything
I'm at war with my wrongs, I'm writing four different songs
I never forged it or forfeited, I'm a force to be reconciled
They want four-minute songs
You need a four-hour praise dance performed every morn
I'm feeling shortness of breath, so Nico grab you a horn
Hit Jericho with a buzzer beater to end a quarter
Watch brick and mortar fall like dripping water, ugh
Good God
I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone (Good God)
I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone
When the praises go up (Good God)
The blessings come down (the blessings come down)
When the praises go up, oh-oh
The blessings come down (the blessings come down)
When the praises go up, oh-oh (are you ready for your blessings?)
The blessings come down
When the praises go up, oh-oh (are you ready for your miracle?)
The blessings come down
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap
Writer(s): Fred Hammond, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Peter Wilkins, Nate Nathan Fox, Nicolas Segal, Byron L. Cage
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