French Montana – Praise God Lyrics

Praise God Lyrics

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, praise God
Praise, praise, 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 n**, fuck the league
It’s a fast race, was in 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 saying 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 pass twenty-five, you a OG
More the reason I thank the most high for the blessings that be
With my head to the sky, stress can 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
Winding in the Bent’, mirror, window tint, airing out the indo scent
Do that shit for n*** rooting 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 God
Praise to the most high

Before you hit the top, lose hope and feel powerless
Gotta remember, even Jesus had twelve followers
It’s that prodigy and alchemist, Premier and GangStar
They want you smoking PCP, doing PPP bank fraud
Faith and action make miracles, I’m un-comparable
I got it out of Africa, they laugh, this hysterical
When that money rain dry, shorty strike like a cobra
Took the L out of “Lover,” and I told her it was over
Oscar Robertson, I do it all, Alhamdulillah
Prey for peace and stay away from smoke ’cause I get too involved
Bruno Mars, come with hand grenades, jump the barrel cage
Ducking twelve like a half a day, let that marinate
Pray for me on my net, never ratted, thank God
Even losses, I ain’t lose, learn something 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 God
Praise to the most high