Lyrics All Praises (feat. Boldy James & Jadakiss) - Jadakiss , Boldy James , Westside Gunn

All praises (all praises)
To the most high (to the most high)
Haven′t been asleep (brr)
I heard shots all through the night (shots all through the night, brr)
Be grateful (be grateful)
Wrong or right (wrong or right, ah)

Just hung up a collect call
Tryna give my - life (tryna give my - life)
We gracious (we gracious)
We tasteless (we tasteless)
We made it (we made it)
We made it (we made it)

Four hundred bands on that new Rolls Cullinan
Fifty on my wrist, had to dap 'em with the other hand
Gettin′ money hand over fist, almost upped on him
Damn, just a fan who want a pic
Ridin' dirty through New Orleans with them yams and them grits
Up the thirty in the morning, we be jammin' on the strip
In the trap with the blow and the pills, weighin′ up a split
They think I rap, streets know I′m still playin' with them bricks

Still known to keep a Sig, still laid up in the six
Stashin′ in your BM crib, still payin' - rent
King of the drug zone, felt betrayed when - switched
Seen many come and go, - came and - went
What else? Live at the main event
Palm Angels on the tee, five eighty for the drip
Burberry, no buckle, LV on the kicks
Naked lady on the Royce, big BS on that Ben thing

All praises (all praises)
To the most high (to the most high)
Haven′t been asleep (brr)
I heard shots all through the night (shots all through the night, brr)
Be grateful (be grateful)
Wrong or right (wrong or right, ah)

Just hung up a collect call
Tryna give my - life (tryna give my - life)
We gracious (we gracious)
We tasteless (we tasteless)
We made it (we made it)
We made it (we made it)

Yeah, I sold -, you told - (damn), I let - hold - (uh-huh)
Roc-A-Fella startup money, come home on parole kits
Smell of coke in my clothes, that's just a sign of us
No matter what, my connect will remain anonymous
That′s just a stereotype, they ain't definin' us (nah)
Unlimited funds, ain′t no declinin′ us
Everybody woke now (uh-huh), they want us to vote now (yo)
COVID-19 is the stamp on the dope now (woo)

Still puttin' trees up, so they can pull the rope down
Used to be the Ziploc, I get it off the boat now (yo)
From treadin′ and learnin' how to swim, I just float now
Pop up in the hood to show ′em it's still hope ′round
- Did bids (uh-huh), other - died (damn)
Luckily we made it, other - tried (sorry)
Never let 'em jam you, no prints on the hammer (uh-huh)
And make all the sales off camera, word up