Praise Lord - YFN Trae Pound

We will praise, we will praise the lord MA-MA-MA-MACE with the beats We will praise, we will praise the lord Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io We will praise, we will praise the lord Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io Dovrei pregare anch'io, dovrei pregare anch'io Anche se ormai è tardi Luci blu, vado forte per di là Quattro pills, mi sento una supercar Cerco me stesso, ma non lo troverò qua Grazie a me, grazie a Dio, grazie al rap Ah, ventiquattr'ore (Ventiquattr'ore) son troppo poche (Seh, seh, seh) Quarantotto ore (Seh, seh, seh), faccio tre show Cuore di latta, ah, come un robot (Seh, seh, seh) Supero il limite, supero lo stop Ho toccato il fondo, oh-oh-oh Il suo booty tocca il fondo, oh-oh-oh Preghiera al collo, mi sento benedetto, ah-ah Esco dalla chiesa con un peccato in meno A volte ho certi presagi Mi cambia l'umore guardando i paesaggi Oggi è un giorno per rialzarmi Col diavolo c'è sempre stato un gioco di sguardi We will praise, we will praise the lord We will praise, we will praise the lord Anche se ormai è tardi Scrivo al sesto giorno di rehab (Ah) Ho una guerra interna insanguinata come una jihad Mai redento, adesso tento di ritrovare il mio io (Io) Sto soffrendo ho le ossa rotte, mi sto avvicinando a Dio (Dio) Prendo benzodia' sul tavolo, diamine, penso al diavolo Nel senso che si sfalda scaldandolo come un dado Knorr Non mi ero mai piegato, avevo solo pregato Le creature della notte Vedo al buio delle volte, predator (We will praise) Paranoia con il rumore dei tacchi Mi da noia, sto sognando ad occhi aperti, Miyazaki Sto sudando negli orecchi, ho dei centoni arrotolati Sto soltanto, sto provandoci per poco ad essere happy È assurdo quanta chimica ci sia tra noi Volevi portarmi in clinica, ti ho detto: "No way" Non so se c'è poi una forza superiore ed esclamare: "Oh, signore" So che non ho un superiore, io non dico: "Sissignore" We will praise, we will praise the lord We will praise, we will praise the lord Dentro ar club bello ghiacciato, tutti al muro schiacciati In pista Air Force bianche immacolate Braccia tese dalle grate, piazze di spaccio Sui TMAX in quattro, Gesù Cristo in braccio Croci viola, crank shit, in cielo tuoni e lampi Cani in branchi, mani in tasca dei piumini bianchi Polvere blu magic, tracce di Gheddafi Benedici questi luoghi, sono già sacri Mafia black italic, Punto blu metallic Cerchi oro trovi ferri, sei come Harry Christmas Prega pe' noi altri che pe' me è tardi Sulla via del ritorno coi fanali alti Apro la Bibbia, spezzo ossa, drippo il vino Scalda il piatto sulla fiamma, cambia l'accendino Forse hai visto solo mendicanti per 'sti bar Forse non ce vedi, Ray Charles

Ayy, Bands (Rah, it's BKay, you know) ayy Yes, Lord, ayy Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (trust) My young boy ching my man (ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies (nah) My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (nah, nah, brrt) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (save it) My young boy ching my man (ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (nah) Opp block, trip on a paigon's side (paigon's side) Watch the paigons hide (skeet off) My bro beat off at the paigon's ride Watch the car skeet off, fuck thе paigon's life Ever seen a g-lock get to aiming binе When I touch the g-spot, it's a "Shake you fine" Got the mash and g-lock tryna rave and that I don't care what he's got, man's just breaking spines Praise the Lord one time then praise Him again (Lord) He got bunned one time, bro blazed him again (bun) We do 'nuff gun crime, shells raining again Keep raining on them, I don't rate none of them (zero) Even on the backroad, I wouldn't snake one of them They was envying me, I see the faking in them G'd up, mazzaleen, now it's shaking again Need some extendos, haffi raise them again Where's the extendos to my twin rinse-off? I seen him run that way, where did his friends go? One shot, two shot, tryna hit his head, bro Put corn in your ears, you won't need headphones (nah) Could've left by now, still in your ends though Switch, nothin' like Nintendo My little bro let go, body blow, wet bro Bro made headstones 'cause he love wet zones And free Potter 'cah he love swing with it (swing with it) Probably swim with it He can talk duke noise, still bringin' it (always) FTO, SYM, bare vim with it (suck ya mum) Flingin' it, bro's pingin' it and chingin' it (ayy) Yo, see the LV pouch got a ting in it (watch it) But I hopped out and hopped back in, love trimming shit If it ain't that, he's ringin' it (ringin' it) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (save it) My young boy ching my man B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ying that, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Praise the Lord one time then praise Him twice (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) All now, we're still taking, saving lives (watch it) My young boy ching my man (ayy, ying that) B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys (ayy, ying that, ying that) I can't stand all the paigon lies My bro's tappin' a next paigon's wife Plus I'm up in the field, now, slap an .8 ting I don't really rate him cah the yutes hate him When I see his face, gotta decorate it (ying that) I told bro, "We're all one, no separating" (all one) The gang gets serious if we're all debating That's VWF, the G's loves shaving Rambos blazing, she keeps complaining She keeps calling me "Babes" when it's not a babes ting Ayy, gyal, lean with it, turn with it See a man and burst him G-locks, FNs, ZKs, hurtin' him (hurtin' him) Lurkin' shaky turbulence A lot of money, Farm Boys, and murderers See, the other opp boys just hurdlers (dickheads) I got kwengs locked up and burglars Like, bine, bine, bine (brrt) That's what you hear when the car was skidding Bine, bine, bine (brrt) That's what you hear when my mates try wig him Bine, bine, bine (brrt) We just gave him a shot and I'm sure it won't jam (nah) We just corned that punk cah he pulled that stunt (you know, you know) Made in a blunt, we just called him a cunt now both gyal Runtz (gelato) Shit, man Rah, it's BKay, you know Fuckin' hell

I used to shake You like an 8-ball I used to shoot You like a gun I used to hold You like a hammer Try to nail down everyone I used to keep You in a steeple Used to bind You in a Book I used to take You like prescription Without knowing what I took But now I just don't buy it anymore No, I've tried and I've tried to know everything for sure But I find I know less as I come to know You more You're not who I thought You were Praise the Lord Your love's an ocean, not a river A symphony, not just a song I don't think everybody's right I just think most of us were wrong I think that when we get to Heaven We're gonna laugh when we can see How hard we try to make it And how easy it should be And so I just don't buy it anymore No, I've tried and I've tried to know everything for sure But I find I know less as I come to know You more You're not who I thought You were Praise the Lord Providence is endless Mercy is a mystery And fear is no good reason To believe in anything So I just don't buy it anymore No, I've tried and I've tried to know everything for sure But I find I know less as I come to know You more You're not who I thought You were Praise the Lord Praise the Lord

Evil G You keep it real wit me, I keep it real wit you A nigga fuck wit me huh, he gotta fuck wit you Nigga hate but that paper gon keep on Coming, straight to the top we gon keep on climbing Ima show ya how to pop we gon keep on shining Nigga get popped tryna keep on stunting Ima show ya how to stunt we gon keep on counting Show ya how to pop yeen seen this amount Look pull up in the drop with the roof gone Man we been fucked up for too long Show ya how to pop yeen seen this amount More than five hundred cash laying in the house Got more than a mill sittin' in that account And everything in the account never come out yeah We struggled we made it we hustled all night till the day hit We use to take shit even back then we'll go spray shit We ain't never trip about who they hit We ain't ever we ain't ever trip we beat them cases Yeen ever yeen ever pulled up in the basement Told ma we got them things in the basement Told my man that cool if they ever move I replace it Told my main dude we gon make it If we ever lose we gon' ace it Whole lot of dudes from the crew who didn't make it I don't really know what Ima do but whatever we do we gotta face it Whole lotta tool for my safety, know I'm dippin' through in the latest Know I drip the jewels know I'm cool as a glacier Know a nigga put you on the news for the paper You keep it real wit me, I keep it real wit you A nigga fuck wit me huh, he gotta fuck wit you Nigga hate but that paper gon keep on Coming, straight to the top we gon keep on climbing Ima show ya how to pop we gon keep on shining Nigga get popped tryna keep on stunting Look Ima show ya how to stunt we gon keep on counting Show ya how to pop yeen seen this amount Look pull up in the drop with the roof gone Man we been fucked up for too long Show ya how to pop yeen seen this amount More than five hundred cash laying in the house Got more than a mill sittin' in that count And everything in the count never come out yeah Tell ya why these niggas can't figure it out Too much money ain't enough need a bigger amount I was just wit ya son when my nigga was out I remember thuggin' we was ten deep in the house Nowhere to sleep in the house Dreaming bout it, now the shit right in front ya eyes My only aim is to inspire I want none but the best for everyone and my guy Room full of bitches we gon fuck 'em one at a time Homie change on me it hurt me inside but If you think I lost sleep nigga that's a lie Gotta keep a thirty and a forty every time I slide And if you think it's sweet nigga better think twice And if you talkin' beef nigga we gon eat twice Nigga play wit me he gon need christ VVS1's you don't need no lights We can go bar for bar nigga I'm nice You keep it real wit me, I keep it real wit you A nigga fuck wit me huh, he gotta fuck wit you Nigga hate but that paper gon keep on Coming, straight to the top we gon keep on climbing Ima show ya how to pop we gon keep on shining Nigga get popped tryna keep on stunting Ima show ya how to stunt we gon keep on counting Show ya how to pop yeen seen this amount Look pull up in the drop with the roof gone Man we been fucked up for too long Show ya how to pop yeen seen this amount More than five hundred cash laying in the house Got more than a mill sittin' in that count And everything in the count never come out yeah