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Upcoming Concerts for French Montana & JID

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
JID
JID
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Sbusiso Kunene
Sbusiso Kunene
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DXOR
DXOR
Producer

Lyrics

Praise God, bro Praise God Praise God Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me (ayy) Got it on my own, nobody did it for me (ayy) Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me (ayy) I still pray to God, hope he save her for me (woo) 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 God, praise) Praise God (praise, praise God) Praise to the most high (look) Bow my head, brush my teeth and before I go to sleep (whoa) Take a knee, you can't Colin Kaep' a nigga, fuck the league (whoa) It's a fast race, was in last place, up the speed (look) It's a bag chase, cut the sad face and fuck with me (look) 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 33 Boosie said, "You're past 25, 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' Mirror 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 (ayy) Got it on my own, nobody did it for me (ayy) Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me (ayy) I still pray to God, hope he save her for me (woo) 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 God Praise to the most high (sheesh) Before you hit the top, lose hope and feel powerless (uh-huh) Gotta remember, even Jesus had 12 followers (ah) This that Prodigy and Alchemist, Premiere and Gang Starr They want you smokin' PCP, doin' PPP bank frauds (ah) Faith and action make miracles, I'm un-comparable I got it out of Africa, they laughed, that's hysterical (haha) When that money ran dry, shorty striked like a cobra Took the L out of lover and I told her it was over (woo) Oscar Robinson, I do it all, alhamdulillah Pray for peace and stay away from smoke, 'cause I get too involved (bah-bah-bah) Bruno Mars, come with hand grenades, jump the barricades Duckin' 12, 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 (ayy) Got it on my own, nobody did it for me (ayy) Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me (ayy) I still pray to God, hope he save her for me (woo) 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 God Praise to the most high (Coke Boy, baby)
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Destin Route Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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