Praise God (Demo)

Lyrics from Live Performances

[Intro: Travis Scott & Donda West]

That she wrote

Speech to the young, speech to the progress toward

Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the son-slappers

The self-soilers, the harmony-hushers

Even if you are not ready for the day, it cannot always be night

Serve, flex I do work (Work) six I'm like Mike

He's out of sight, woo, you done got me piped

Two-man like Ike, six out the spot (Uh, uh)

Into the night

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

Yeah, I'm shakin' the drop (Drop)

I'm still up on top (Aight)

I been have the bop (Ooh-ooh)

The devil my opp, couldn't pay me to stop (It's lit)

Couldn't pay me to— (La Flame)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Donda West]

We gon' raise our day, I done praised God

That we been on bayside on the side of '85 with the pipe

Serve, flex I do work, six I'm like Mike, into the night

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Yeah, this life I'm livin' (Livin')

All the advice been tipped in (Tipped in)

Gave me that grip, no slippin' (No slippin')

Out of my mind, went trippin' (Trippin')

Tell me take two when I'm on one (On one)

That lookout like no one (No one)

Kept it real tight like yo' son (Yo' son)

Yeah (La Flame)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Donda West]

We gon' raise our way out the grave, dawg

When we movin', shake off, watch us walk our graveyard, back to life

Serve, fallin' in worth, see with no sight, into the night

[Verse 3: Baby Keem]

Huh, let's get right, huh

Bitch, I pop like type, huh

And you know I'm proud of my type, huh

Prada bag, nigga, put that Prada and get me right, huh

Takin' cash nigga, pay in Prada, not payin' in type

Huh, pay me twice

Still on side, huh, still outside

Bitch, I just, huh, still outside, huh, still outside

Tame Imp—, Tame Impala, nigga

Tame Impala, stay outside, huh

And I'm still outside, I'm still outside, still outside, huh

Let's get right, huh, let's get right, uh, let's get right, uh, huh

Let's get right, let's get (Ayy, ayy, ayy), let's get right

Let's get (Ayy, ayy, ayy), let's get—

Look at new scenes, I opened my life

I'm subject to memes

I signed a few niggas, I polished their dreams

An angel on earth from under my wing

Stop runnin' to publish us, nigga

They publish the headlines and say the wrong things

Y'all treat your Lord and Savior like renters' insurance, you know what I mean?

Bada the bada the boom

I bada the boom, I bada the bing

I need a new girl, my old one was mean

I had to let go, forgave all them people that came to my shows

I channel the bad bitches, all in abode

I tell 'em to trust, I tell 'em the turbulence came with the life

I gathered my sinners and asked if I'm right, let's get

I just get right, bitch, huh

Let's get right, let's get right, let's get right (Shh, shh)

Ain't on sight, it's on sight

I don't know you, you, you, you, it's on sight

I don't know you, you, you, you (Ayy, ayy), let's get right

Ayy, I love my niggas on Channel 5

I don't channel ten 'til it go time

Used to throw up my Uncle's spaghetti

Been totin' totes since before I was ready

Back when my momma told me that I was challenged

That single black woman, you know that she petty

I turned a heavy heart to two million dollars

I put that in totals, reverse out the gate

I gotta, I gotta put on the Virgil one time

I snort the powder with magic one time

I know some white people servin' no time

I got a thing for me

Doin' for pray for me, doin' it for the ones' dyin'

I wanna do it for all the one's cryin'

I wanna, uh, uh, uh, let's get right, huh