Crooked I - Praise GOD lyrics

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Real shit, to all my loved ones in the cemetery

I’mma live it up down here

‘Til I meet you at the crossroads up there

[Hook]

For our loved ones dead and gone

Turn it up, turn it up

Feel what I feel when you hear this song

Turn it up, turn it up

Praise God

I seen another day

‘Cause Lord knows,

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

I praise God

I seen another day

Could’ve went the other way

[Verse 1]

COB is my religion,what do you believe in

I believe in divine intervention

I’m lucky to be breathing

Gun shots loud out of nowhere

Shooter tried to put me under cement

God intervene, luckily he seen it

Guess that right there wasn’t in the agreement

Life is cold, I’ve seen it change niggers

I don’t blame, when I hang with a

Thousand fucking gang members

Put you in shovel trouble

My pistol’s grave digger

Sipping that liquor prescribing it like

It was vike and call it painkillers

Drinking, driving, swerving high on

I’m thinking, crying, surging, fine

I’m sinking I am hurting why are

All of my people dying

Why must you leave real niggaz die

While busters breathe

Where’s the justice ,just the other day

I was thinking ’bout

One of my dead homies and

I felt something touch my sleeve

Maybe I just believe

Maybe it was just a breeze

As these hours pass,

While I still got time in my hourglass

[Hook]

I praise God

I seen another day

‘Cause Lord knows,

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

Could’ve went the other way

I praise God

I seen another day

Could’ve went the other way

For our loved ones dead and gone

Turn it up, turn it up

Feel what I feel when you hear this song

Turn it up, turn it up

I praise God

I praise God

Yeah, reviving out man

Crooked I , psalm 82 6

Shout to the whole slaughter house team

We the LA Lakers

DJ sour milk,just incredible

La Lakers dot com

I praise God

So what’s the morale to the million dollar story

It ain’t about money, it’s more about making something out of nothing

And if you can draw inspiration from that

That’s your millions dollars, shit

That’s even more than a million dollars