Praise Pays

Troy Ave & Jamila Irish - Rap
Praise Pays
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Lyrics
(Hook) God is great and my paper's straight The real relate while the fake gone hate God is great and my paper's straight The real relate while the fake gone hate Thank you Jesus for giving me this guap Thank you Jesus for everything I've got (I got I got I got) (Verse 1) Wake up every morning every day and I pray Lord keep these sucker niggas out of my way Seems like they always got something to say Using they opinions in a negative way I want to help with the pain but they voices remain silent I'm thinking of ways every day to stop violence Brothers quick to argue, pull a weapon off the dresser Police doing worse, we don't put weapons on oppressors Doing all these drugs got our brains in a fog Can't escape reality you scared get a dog Make sure the bark bigger than the bite They don't respect you when you humble so fuck being polite I used to be knocking out now I enter through a door I kick it, I want it all people with nothing would say that I'm tricking Fuck 'em all they comfortable with sad conditions I want lavish living, I'm down to make a brash decision And I'm ready for whatever consequence I mean what I say and I say what I mean And I'm ready for whatever consequence I mean what I say and I say what I mean God Bless! (Hook) (Verse 2) Salvation is a gift for me Why these niggas ain't down? They always want a lift from you I ain't perfect but I try to do the right thing I bought my little bro Rollie not a Breitling
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- Troy Ave