Kanye West - Praise God lyrics

[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 out the 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 b*tch, I pop like type, huh And you know I'm proud of my type, huh Prada bag, ni**a, put that Prada and get me right, huh Takin' cash ni**a, pay in Prada, not payin' in type Huh, pay me twice Still on side, huh, still outside b*tch, I just, huh, still outside, huh, still outside Tame Imp—, Tame Impala, ni**a 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 ni**as, I polished their dreams An angel on earth from under my wing Stop runnin' to publish us ni**a, 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 b*tches, 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 it I just get right, b*tch, huh Let's get right, let's get right, let's get right (Yeah, yeah) Ain't on sight, it's on sight Lyrics from Snippet [Verse: Baby Keem] 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 part to two million dollars I put that in total for [?] today I gotta, I gotta put on the Virgil one time I swear the diamonds they lightin' with time I know some white people servin' the time I got a thing for me Doin' it, pray for me Do it for all of my kind... Lyrics from Pusha T Snippet [Pusha T & Travis Scott] Been thinkin' a lot, uh Been findin' my bop, uh But when have I not? Uh Uh, yeah The devil my opp, uh Can't pay me to stop, uh My God at the top, oh (La Flame)