Westside Gunn - All Praises (ft. Boldy James & Jadakiss) (Audio, Lyrics) - Lyrics
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Westside Gunn is here with "All Praises" featuring Boldy James & Jadakiss.
Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by The Alchemist.
The Griselda crew continues to assert their dominance in the rap game with the release of Westside Gunn's Shady Records debut, WHO MADE THE SUNSHINE.
The rapper's latest project marks his third of the year, bringing the all-star roster together to bring this project to life.
From the label's latest signees, like Armani Caesar, legendary acts like Slick Rick, Westside Gunn expands the Griselda universe as he continues to dominate the year with potent releases.
As we kick back on this Sunday, it's only appropriate to highlight "All Praises" ft.
Boldy James and Jadakiss.
Produced by The Alchemist, who creates this hazy atmosphere akin to your Sunday morning hangover, as Gunn's off-kilter vocals ring off like a church hymn.
Boldy James delivers flashy bars reflecting on the days in the trap to being live from the main event.
Meanwhile, Jadakiss slides through on the second verse detailing his come up from a drug dealer to the corporate level while addressing current topics such as COVID-19 and the upcoming election.
Westside Gunn - All Praises (ft.
Boldy James & Jadakiss) (prod.
The Alchemist) Lyrics.
[Intro] A-A-A-A-Alchemist [Chorus: 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 (Brr, shots all through the night, brr) Be grateful (Be grateful) Wrong or right (Wrong or right, ah) Just hung up a collect call They tryna give my nigga life (Tryna give my nigga life) We gracious (We gracious) We tasteless (We tasteless) We made it (We made it) We made it (We made it) [Verse 1: Boldy James] 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' bitches rent King of the drug zone, felt betrayed when niggas switched Seen many come and go, niggas came and niggas 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 [Chorus: Westside Gunn & Jadakiss] All praises (All praises) To the most high (To the most high) Haven't been asleep (Brr) I heard shots all through the night (Brr, shots all through the night, brr) Be grateful (Be grateful) Wrong or right (Wrong or right, ah) Just hung up a collect call They tryna give my nigga life (Tryna give my nigga life) We gracious (We gracious) We tasteless (We tasteless) We made it (We made it) We made it (We made it, ahaha) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yeah, I sold shit, you told shit (Damn), I let niggas hold shit (Uh huh) Roc-A-Fella startup money, come home on parole kits (Mmm) Smell of coke in my clothes, that's just a sign of us No matter what, my connect will remain anonymous (Shh) 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 (Aha) Pop up in the hood to show 'em it's still hope 'round Niggas did bids (Uh huh), other niggas died (Damn) Luckily we made it, other niggas tried (Sorry) Never let 'em jam you, no prints on the hammer (Uh uh) And make all the sales off camera, word up Westside Gunn