I'm A Show U How Ta Ball (Praising God Version) Lyrics

Praise God, thank you Jesus

I'm a show you how to ball, stand tall and never fall. Don't worry when problems come, praise God everyone

I used to be homeless, now I ride wit chauffeurs. Push & owning my own whips, look at me I'm blessed homie, so I will never trip

Got Jesus in my heart, so I will never slip. Got cash out the a$$, On 24's like a Tip. Got fans like Obama

Good looking, thank my momma and father, Read Tha Bible, God's Tha Author

Tha Subject, His Son, Jesus, don't leave, we need you. On earth with so much pain, where's the love, when it rains.

We gotta change, change, don't be acting strange. I'll be praising God still when the sun shines again

People dying for gain, in this things called life. Lil player, what's ya aim. It's still the same, it's Jesus saves. Praise God every day

I'm a show you how to ball, stand tall and never fall. Praise God, he's so trill. Praise Jesus, he's so real

I'm a show you how to ball, stand tall and never fall. Praise God, he's so real. Praise Jesus, he's so trill

Yeah, I'm making money stacks, but please Jesus, come on back. When they say, he so whack my music, still thumping out ya Lac

I'm so real, I'll never slack. I'm so tight, I'll never whack. I merck tha beat on every track

F where you're from, It's where you're at. Bet I'll survive, Rep, Cakalac, been worldwide, thank God for that

I could've been out of cash. I could've been in a crash, in a airplane

But Jesus delivered me from that game. Put my feet on solid ground, I'm praising God

What's that sound? Put Jesus in your life. That's the only way ta eternal life

An do God's will, haters say, is he for real? I love y'all, too, who me. I'm being true

Lil player, what's your aim? It's still the same, it's Jesus saves. Praise God every day

I'm a show you how to ball, stand tall and never fall. Praise God, he's so trill. Praise Jesus, he's so real

I'm a show you how to ball, stand tall and never fall. Praise God, he's so real. Praise Jesus, he's so trill

Word up? You, me? We ain't nothing without Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Oh yeah, gotta thank God for creating me, Lil homie. My man died for all our sins

All our wrongs him dying, made it right. Can't believe it, believe it, believe it,