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All Praise (feat. Paylow & Mad Talent) Video (MV)






Cartie Curt - All Praise (feat. Paylow & Mad Talent) Lyrics
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Heard I lost it all make em regret for even speaking
Demonstrating my potential for those who feel i've been beating
Was fooled once I stop that shit from repeating now
I'm addressing every problems niggas sweating like deacons
Seek and you shall find
But come around here sneaking ah have yo blood trail scattered cop can't puzzle the pieces
Now I got demons coming towards me from every which angle
Before I leave the crib ask God to encamp me with angels judge rope my neck
But I refuse to be strangled on probation feeling free
But my mind still tangle
Dangling lifelessly
If they remove this chair beneath
My feet must pass the test and win victory remedies for misery
All praise to the most high
Niggas wonder why
A young nigga stay fly
I Was taught to get this doe or die
I was taught to get this doe or die
All praise to the most dope
With the most flow
We the niggas with
Glow I was born to let the world know
I was born to let the world know
Been on the road to riches
With rags stuck to my body
Finally I realized
A nigga mastered his hobby
Since woah kimosabe
I wrote lines about weed sells
And botched robberies
I told tell of how
Godly I be
Now my fans
Seeking me and my crew like motley
Once let my enemies
Try and stop me
Studios cocked blocked
Now they can't top me flow hockey
Attitude so cocky acky i be mad teezy
Painting portraits like James Evans of the Slums my main weapon wasn't guns
Flow left impression like dentures on the gums
All praise to the most high
Niggas wonder why
A young nigga stay fly
I Was taught to get this doe or die
I was taught to get this doe or die
All praise to the most dope
With the most flow
We the niggas with
Glow I was born to let the world know
I was born to let the world know
It's nine five like my air maxes
Awake blow a joint den I deflate my air mattress
Lower class is my social status
I got bad habits whipping this blue magic
Made mad cream serving dope feens
Life sits in the balance on a triple beam
Nigga ball till u dead or broke
We the next generation nigga don't lose hope
I'm in a rare space searching for a place
Tryna eat with this raw on my dinner plate
Born broke to a fractured home pops was never around he busy rolling stones
Slim nigga wearing a buck fifty
The way I ball u niggas ain't f*cking with me Late night mc donald's meals
Lord know I'm in these streets try an make a mill
The first gun I copped was blue steel it's rules to these street
Young Nigga pay attention this life style we live is unforgivin
It's cold in these streets I'm from the murder mitten
All praise to the most high
Niggas wonder why
A young nigga stay fly
I Was taught to get this doe or die
I was taught to get this doe or die
All praise to the most dope
With the most flow
We the niggas with
Glow I was born to let the world know
I was born to let the world know
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Heard I lost it all make em regret for even speaking
Demonstrating my potential for those who feel i've been beating
Was fooled once I stop that shit from repeating now
I'm addressing every problems niggas sweating like deacons
Seek and you shall find
But come around here sneaking ah have yo blood trail scattered cop can't puzzle the pieces
Now I got demons coming towards me from every which angle
Before I leave the crib ask God to encamp me with angels judge rope my neck
But I refuse to be strangled on probation feeling free
But my mind still tangle
Dangling lifelessly
If they remove this chair beneath
My feet must pass the test and win victory remedies for misery
All praise to the most high
Niggas wonder why
A young nigga stay fly
I Was taught to get this doe or die
I was taught to get this doe or die
All praise to the most dope
With the most flow
We the niggas with
Glow I was born to let the world know
I was born to let the world know
Been on the road to riches
With rags stuck to my body
Finally I realized
A nigga mastered his hobby
Since woah kimosabe
I wrote lines about weed sells
And botched robberies
I told tell of how
Godly I be
Now my fans
Seeking me and my crew like motley
Once let my enemies
Try and stop me
Studios cocked blocked
Now they can't top me flow hockey
Attitude so cocky acky i be mad teezy
Painting portraits like James Evans of the Slums my main weapon wasn't guns
Flow left impression like dentures on the gums
All praise to the most high
Niggas wonder why
A young nigga stay fly
I Was taught to get this doe or die
I was taught to get this doe or die
All praise to the most dope
With the most flow
We the niggas with
Glow I was born to let the world know
I was born to let the world know
It's nine five like my air maxes
Awake blow a joint den I deflate my air mattress
Lower class is my social status
I got bad habits whipping this blue magic
Made mad cream serving dope feens
Life sits in the balance on a triple beam
Nigga ball till u dead or broke
We the next generation nigga don't lose hope
I'm in a rare space searching for a place
Tryna eat with this raw on my dinner plate
Born broke to a fractured home pops was never around he busy rolling stones
Slim nigga wearing a buck fifty
The way I ball u niggas ain't f*cking with me Late night mc donald's meals
Lord know I'm in these streets try an make a mill
The first gun I copped was blue steel it's rules to these street
Young Nigga pay attention this life style we live is unforgivin
It's cold in these streets I'm from the murder mitten
All praise to the most high
Niggas wonder why
A young nigga stay fly
I Was taught to get this doe or die
I was taught to get this doe or die
All praise to the most dope
With the most flow
We the niggas with
Glow I was born to let the world know
I was born to let the world know
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Writer: christian cross, curtis cross, Mario Tatum
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