PRAISE THE LAWD!
Praise and praise and praise the lord
Praise and praise and praise him
Praise and praise and praise the lord
Praise and praise and praise him
Look bitch I'm still
Live from the east side
Kenyan blood living
Villain in disguise
I be moving to my rhythm
Moving with a purpose
Moving with a sickness
Trying to make it out
In a world full of killers
I was to numb to the heat
Cold stumbled my vision
Gah damn
Cold stumbled my vision
I tried to tell em listen
Cruel world young nigga
Minding my business
Plotting on a million
While I'm bumping to the rhythm
Hol up while I sing to this riddim
Rude boy rude boy
No Krillin
Rude boy rude boy
Can't fit in
I swear they were trying to kill my soul (Kill my soul!)
But I'm the last real one I know
They were trying to end my soul (End my soul!)
They said I couldn't shine, so I glow
Like please stop playing I do it like a king do
If these bitches animals, then imma have to link you
Tell my haters I say put name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
Word to Tune
I let all my pain be my muse
Even when niggas would bully me
And treat me like a fool
I was plotting in my mind
They were lighting up a fuse
Now they coming to my shows
I'm wondering jokes on who mf
Singing
My my my
I praise the Lord
Nigga
Why why why
That's right
I been that boy
I praise the Lord
Nigga
Why why why
That's right
I been that boy
Praise and praise and praise the lord
Praise and praise and praise him
Praise and praise and praise him
Praise and praise and praise the lord
Praise and praise and praise him
Look bitch I'm still
Live from the east side
Kenyan blood living
Villain in disguise
I be moving to my rhythm
Moving with a purpose
Moving with a sickness
Trying to make it out
In a world full of killers
I was to numb to the heat
Cold stumbled my vision
Gah damn
Cold stumbled my vision
I tried to tell em listen
Cruel world young nigga
Minding my business
Plotting on a million
While I'm bumping to the rhythm
Hol up while I sing to this riddim
Rude boy rude boy
No Krillin
Rude boy rude boy
Can't fit in
I swear they were trying to kill my soul (Kill my soul!)
But I'm the last real one I know
They were trying to end my soul (End my soul!)
They said I couldn't shine, so I glow
Like please stop playing I do it like a king do
If these bitches animals, then imma have to link you
Tell my haters I say put name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
Word to Tune
I let all my pain be my muse
Even when niggas would bully me
And treat me like a fool
I was plotting in my mind
They were lighting up a fuse
Now they coming to my shows
I'm wondering jokes on who mf
Singing
My my my
I praise the Lord
Nigga
Why why why
That's right
I been that boy
I praise the Lord
Nigga
Why why why
That's right
I been that boy
Praise and praise and praise the lord
Praise and praise and praise him
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Aluoch
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