All Praises ft. Goup

When you run a marathon it ain't about who win first (who winnin first)

My cup got living water in it I ain't gotta quench my thirst (sip sip sip)

Here a little, there a little, I still get the whole verse (yeah)

Gon' and call the coroner and tell him pull

up in a hearse (bllrrrr)

9-1-1, I'm committing crimes, Lord forgive

me for the times I done lied I ain't been a perfect husband to my wife (whoo)

True word, I done did some wicked things for real

Used to slang cane just for a meal

But I ain't bout to go to memory ville (no)

Now you call it memory lane I can care less bout who callin me lame