Lyrical Breakdown of Praise God - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Praise God" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how JID weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Praise God" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that JID employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to JID's narrative.

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Praise God, bro Praise God Praise God Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me (ayy) Got it on my own, nobody did it for me (ayy) Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me (ayy) I still pray to God, hope he save her for me (woo) Told her "Give me time," she ain't listen Now go, tell 'em when I die, I'm a legend (praise God) Praise God Praise God (praise God, praise) Praise God (praise, praise God) Praise to the most high (look) Bow my head, brush my teeth and before I go to sleep (whoa) Take a knee, you can't Colin Kaep' a nigga, fuck the league (whoa) It's a fast race, was in last place, up the speed (look) It's a bag chase, cut the sad face and fuck with me (look) See who laugh last, I'm just sayin' he a G-O-D Me, I'm J-I-D, just like I pray for you, you pray for me In this game of thieves, I just do the most and say the least But I get paid the most, a quarter-mill' a show, I think it's cheap Gotta play it slow, I heard that Jesus died at 33 Boosie said, "You're past 25, you an OG" More the reason, I thank the most high for the blessings that be With my head to the sky, stress could blow away with the weed And I read in the Bible, men lie, sin, and repeat So I repent, another night spent, BB and CC whinin' in the Bent' Mirror window tint, airin' out the indo' scent Do that shit for niggas rootin' for me and the ones against Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me (ayy) Got it on my own, nobody did it for me (ayy) Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me (ayy) I still pray to God, hope he save her for me (woo) Told her "Give me time," she ain't listen Now go, tell 'em when I die, I'm a legend (praise God) Praise God Praise God Praise God Praise to the most high (sheesh) Before you hit the top, lose hope and feel powerless (uh-huh) Gotta remember, even Jesus had 12 followers (ah) This that Prodigy and Alchemist, Premiere and Gang Starr They want you smokin' PCP, doin' PPP bank frauds (ah) Faith and action make miracles, I'm un-comparable I got it out of Africa, they laughed, that's hysterical (haha) When that money ran dry, shorty striked like a cobra Took the L out of lover and I told her it was over (woo) Oscar Robinson, I do it all, alhamdulillah Pray for peace and stay away from smoke, 'cause I get too involved (bah-bah-bah) Bruno Mars, come with hand grenades, jump the barricades Duckin' 12, like a half a day, let that marinate "Pray for me" on my neck, never ratted, thank God Even losses, I ain't lose, learn somethin' every time Made it from the bottom, brought my city with me (ayy) Got it on my own, nobody did it for me (ayy) Don't throw it in my face if you did it for me (ayy) I still pray to God, hope he save her for me (woo) Told her "Give me time," she ain't listen Now go, tell 'em when I die, I'm a legend (praise God) Praise God Praise God Praise God Praise to the most high (Coke Boy, baby)