Praise ft. Young Keme Lyrics

Jesus is here, but the Lord ain't on my side

And girl, he didn't

Jesus is here, but I'm gonna fight for my life

Jesus is here, but the Lord ain't on my side

And girl, he didn't

Jesus is here, but I'm gonna fight for my life

Who gon' stop us now? That's what I thought

Nigga, let me talk

Everything good, it's all Gucci

Like that's what I bought

Yeah, Fendi, Vaxx, how'd I talk

Let me rap, got some shit up on my chest

I'm tryna get off

There's still pain in my chest

Pat, keep me calm

And that Henny got me sauce

That's why I don't even write at this point

And I still go off

Stop telling me be humble, I'm tryna show off

I don't even know y'all

I done left the court, but I still go involved

How I do this? I don't even know at all

You should talk to God, this all him

He who make the call

I don't need a coach

Feel like Iverson, just when it come to practice

I don't wanna be involved

I don't need no practice

Why we even talking about it

Baby, why you always in my business

Need to walk around it

Baby, why you always safe tripping

Face always frowning

I'm too blessed to complain

How you niggas sounding

That boy Keme and Young King

Need to go and crown them

If I don't know nothing, I know one thing

Know my mom the proudest

Roll the window down

Just so they can smell the loudest

I'm a dog, real

And all y'all niggas kindness

Do the 413, been chilling for a couple hours

Yeah, talking about Keme and him

You must be sniffing powder

You must be sniffing powder

You know we get that sour

Another time to wait until I do six songs an hour

And if you think that you'll be down for this 11 too

Cause I'ma put my hands up to the sky

I'll show you truth

And now you think you ready

I just feel the chosen one

The only one that's doing this

The prodigy, I'm holding them

You say you ready for this shit

Lil girl, you ain't been back

I'm on this platinum pack aggressive

What you tryna beg

I step up on this pedestal

I'll show you why you wack

And if you think you ready

Back niggas can't touch my track

Lil nigga, I been on my shit

And now I'm cooking up

You think you ready for that too

No education us

And now you think that you'll be ready

Tell me what's enough

I came here long before this road

Now you ready, what's up

I say you touch it down

I say I'll pick it up

Cause I'm picking up what you put down

Let's go get it up

You know we live it up

But they can't live without me

I'm sick of all these haters

Trying to say that they can doubt me

Cause I made it a promise

Right to my mama

That I'ma keep on striving, grinding

To make it right to the top

I could put it down on here

But you be staying all the top

All these rappers talking crazy

When they just keep making flops

Lil nigga, I been up on this

Thinking that you tucking this

I can never go

They let off shots

You know I'm ducking this

You ain't want that too

For that bag

And now you rubbing this

Tell me why they get it

Never fumble, bitch

I run with this