| Real shit, to all my loved ones in the cemetery
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| I’mma live it up down here
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| 'Til I meet you at the crossroads up there
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| For our loved ones dead and gone
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| Turn it up, turn it up
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| Feel what I feel when you hear this song
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| Turn it up, turn it up
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| Praise God
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| I seen another day
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| Cause Lord knows
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| I praise God
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| I seen another day
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| COB is my religion, what do you believe in
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| I believe in divine intervention I’m lucky to be breathing
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| Gun shots loud out of nowhere shooter tried to put me under cement
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| God intervene, luckily he seen it guess that right there wasn’t in the agreement
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| Life is cold, I’ve seen it change niggas
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| I don’t blame, when I hang with a thousand fucking gang members
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| Put you in shovel trouble my pistol’s grave digger
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| Sipping that liquor prescribing it like it was vike and call it painkillers
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| Drinking, driving, swerving high on I’m thinking, crying, surging, fine
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| I’m sinking I am hurting why are all of my people dying
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| Why must you leave real niggas die while busters breathe
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| Where’s the justice, just the other day I was thinking 'bout one of my dead
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| homies and I felt something touch my sleeve
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| Maybe I just believe
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| Maybe it was just a breeze
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| As these hours pass
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| While I still got time in my hourglass
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| I praise God
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| I seen another day
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| Cause Lord knows
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| I praise God
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| I seen another day
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| Could’ve went the other way
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| For our loved ones dead and gone
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| Turn it up, turn it up
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| Feel what I feel when you hear this song
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| Turn it up, turn it up
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| I praise God
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| I praise God
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| So what’s the morale to the million dollar story
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| It ain’t about money, it’s more about making something out of nothing
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| And if you can draw inspiration from that
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| That’s your millions dollars, shit
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| That’s even more than a million dollars |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Praise GOD, artist - Crooked I. Album song Psalm 82:6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп