Download Praise! Mp3 by Whatuprg Ft. Foggieraw, Ty Brasel, Parris Chariz, Not Klyde, 1K Phew, Aha Gazelle
The renowned Christian music singer, praiser, and worshipper whose songs have blessed lives “Whatuprg” births out a song of praise worship which he titles “Praise!“ featuring Foggieraw, Ty Brasel, Parris Chariz, Not Klyde, 1K Phew, Aha Gazelle.
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Lyrics: Praise! by Whatuprg
[Intro: WHATUPRG]
Yeah, yeah, mm-mm
Yeah, yeah, mm
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[Verse 1: WHATUPRG]
Pullin’ up deep, I’m never solo
Whole lotta fans in Abu Dhabi
La-di-da-di, who wanna party? (Sheesh)
Comin’ in hot, it’s like wasabi (Sheesh)
Walkin’ on waves look like tsunami, uh (Sheesh)
I just got back to the A (Sheesh)
This for my brothas in Dade (Sheesh)
This for way back in the day
Livin’ on minimum wage
Don’t got an M in the bank
But I got enough for the day
My shorty thick, my Bible ripped
I’m young, handsome, and saved
Tryna get back to my ways
Turning my pain into praise
[Verse 2: Foggieraw]
It’s hard as hell bein’ Foggieraw
It’s not easy like that (For real)
My ex said leavin’ her was my biggest L
I ain’t see it like that (For real)
She needed a shoulder she could cry on
Couldn’t be there like that (Couldn’t be there)
Ayy, Michael Jackson, I be bad, baby, I’ma beat it, ayy
Frrt, frrt, what you say ni—? I put my faith up in Jesus
I said the Spirit was on me, they didn’t believe it
Dust my feet off, I’ma leave it
Loved by all the whites, up on my [?] like Norwegians
I got the vocab, it’s egregious
Blessings fell down, I receive it, heh, bling!
[Verse 3: Ty Brasel]
Ayy, hottest up on the scene
Young and wavy, ain’t no fake in my genes
But Louis V, I had grandeur dreams
My heart is heavy, seen the evilest things
It’s so cold, it’s a negative degrees
The hating old, it’s a negative disease
I was broke, I had lost everything
But I got hope, I defeated the schemes, wow
Yeah, turned in my pain into praise
Turned up my ace and we ate, uh
Turn up the bass in this place
Turn me up, take me to space
I’m sayin’ for heaven’s sake, when I walk past, see the angels wings
In these robins, I seen all the craziest things
And as crazy as it seems, they ain’t ever seen this before
[Verse 4: Parris Chariz]
I was speakin’ to my demons
Drive the Fusion like a Urus
I want the million but make it plural
Goin’ plat’, they hate us for it
Gold, so the homies played it for us
Pray that my dawgs don’t use soda
This in my genes and it’s sewed up (Slide)
Could never be fraud, I’m not a poser
It ain’t my thing to be posin’ (Yeah)
I’m young, I’m handsome a check (Right)
I still want the enemy domed (Skrrt)
Stop callin’ them demons, they hoes (Hello?)
Triple seven, my energy blessed (Right)
There’s been way too much time
I heard you runnin’ yo’ mouth, run it back for the closure
It’s a whole lot of time that go in these verses
For you to be clonin’ my journal, P
[Chorus: WHATUPRG]
Pullin’ up deep, I’m never solo
Whole lotta fans in Abu Dhabi
La-di-da-di, who wanna party? (Sheesh)
Comin’ in hot, it’s like wasabi (Sheesh)
Walkin’ on waves look like tsunami, uh (Sheesh)
Tryna get back to my ways (Sheesh)
Turning my pain into praise (Sheesh)
[Verse 5: NOT KLYDE]
Yes, I’m turnin’ my pain into praise, and I’m sorry
Demon creepin’, really thought that he got me
Covered in the Lamb of a velvet ‘Ventadi (Lamborghini Aventador)
Balance, hustlin’, growin’, Balenciaggy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Born in the winter and he always been foggy
He pull up, the chill, the freeze, the ice
Skatin’ on beats (Hey, hey)
Rollin’ deep, Adele hit the streets
We ain’t playin’ no games (Uh-uh)
Yeah, I get the better of bad things
So I got a baddie with two rings, uh (Bling)
Yeah, one with a rock, one wit’ a fluff face
Turned it to the light, baby, bling (Bling)
I been turnin’ my deep pain into my praise break, no kizzy, NK
Uh, hey, I’m turnin’ my deep pain into my praise break, no, please, pray [?]
[Verse 6: 1K Phew & J. Monty]
I’m turnin’ my pain into worship (Into worship)
I can show you, I can’t go commercial (I can show you)
Now my chains have a choir rehearsal (Ice)
And I put on the Off-White from Virgil (Alright)
Tell my coaches, you know I don’t fumble, I carry the vision (No, I don’t fall)
I talk turkey on every Thanksgiving
I pray to the realest, I don’t make decisions (Pray to the realest)
Do you rap ’bout that life that you livin’? (That’s cap)
Hmm, do you?
I see that you fake, I can tell it’s an act (See that you fake)
I come from the dark and I hung with the bad (I hung with the bad)
Get dirt on that East, you don’t know where that’s at
Lost some people to prison for that (I lost people to prison)
Free lil’ Polo, he rock wit’ the popo
When they free him, we pullin’ up free (Free to own)
From the logo, Young Otto
[Verse 7: J. Monty & WHATUPRG]
He came from the struggle, I laid in the rubble
I’m steppin’ with Jesus on me
I traded my car for Qatar in the sky
Now I’m up way too high, I can’t see below me
I came from the slaves, they paid
To keep me from all the racism and bigotry
But if I sell my name for a chain to this label
They gon’ hang me right back on a bigger tree
Why would I need Zeus or Poseidon
When I got Jerusalem’s Lion? Okay
I’m feedin’ ’em hope with these lines
I’m Peter and Moses combined
My baby, she bad, I flew to Pretoria
I had to tell her she mine
Now I’m eatin’ Biryani with Auntie dem’ (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma slide bout Raul, please don’t come for him (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: WHATUPRG]
Pullin’ up deep, I’m never solo
Whole lotta fans in Abu Dhabi
La-di-da-di, who wanna party? (Sheesh)
Comin’ in hot, it’s like wasabi (Sheesh)
Walkin’ on waves look like tsunami, uh (Sheesh)
Tryna get back to my ways (Sheesh)
Turning my pain into praise (Sheesh)
[Verse 8: Aha Gazelle]
Turnin’ my pain into praise
Man, I know for a fact, they don’t work how He work
‘Cause He work in mysterious ways
I remember when I started rappin’, they all started laughin’
Thought it was a phase
I turned all of my K-Swiss into J’s
No, I can’t bring no bread off this earth
But I pray when I die that God give me a raise
Y’all believe I get fly, it’s what I’ma do
Lemon pepper garlic parm’ wings
Wit’ the gang, Jimmy, Carl, Sheen
Will I ever switch up on the team?
Never in your dreams, Dr. King
Who gon’ risk it all? We gon’ see
Let’s go out for sushi, hit up Takashi
I know they sick of me, call Dr. Fauci
[Verse 9: 350]
I came up from the minimum wage in my pocket
I’m takin’ my rocket, I’m bringin’ my bruddas
Y’all fakin’, just talkin’, we gettin’ them poppin’
RG finally droppin’, I’m back in the stu’ like I’m ready to clock in
Now payment is due, oh, I been fed up, who’s makin’ these rules?
Grandma done taught me to say what is true
Gotta speak up for lame and the youth
Yeah, man, they t-t-t-t-t-talkin’ that mess
No my ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-choppin’ don’t miss
I’ma lit-little brother, never stoppin’ what I’m made for
Came for the change like I’m workin’ for the payphone, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo, ’cause they don’t got peace, just pieces
Uh, got double cup like Reeses
Uh, I won’t stop, not ceasin’
[Verse 10: Kaleb Mitchell & WHATUPRG]
Mm-mm-mm, back like we ain’t even left, okay
I rep my squad to the death, okay
They do that mention, they next, that’s cap
You gotta watch where you step, that’s facts
If it ain’t bein’ productive, I promise I ain’t even wastin’ my breath, okay
Pulled up with gang and we deep
One of us get it, we all gotta eat
They said that I walked away from my faith
Don’t you see Fear of God all on my feet
Watch for the opps ’cause I know that they lurkin’
I took my pain and I turn it to purpose
Even when they said that I wasn’t worth it (Yeah, yeah)
I take my life and I put it in verses (Yeah, yeah)
I got my dawgs and I’m—
[Chorus: WHATUPRG]
Pullin’ up deep, I’m never solo
Whole lotta fans in Abu Dhabi
La-di-da-di, who wanna party? (Sheesh)
Comin’ in hot, it’s like wasabi (Sheesh)
Walkin’ on waves look like tsunami, uh (Sheesh)
Tryna get back to my ways
Turning my pain into praise