PRAISE (feat. DJ Mykael V)

I always feel like I'm fighting an uphill battle
But I know who made the hills
3-5 From the east side
God always

Headed down on the wrong side by 25
No light no better time gotta make it right yuh
Fighting up hill against men who lie just to see me die yuh
But I finna fight yuh
Gotta see the light yuh

Yessir
Feel like fentanyl no perc
Thinking about heading out no work
Sippin on pepto no purp
Feeling so stressed out not hurt
Say that I'm next out it's not sure
Feeling like getting out of my way
Think I won't get loud no way
Gotta blow up on the internet
Had to tell momma to chill I'm not winning yet
I could pay off all my debt when I killing it
I don't mess round with the will that I'm living in
I been just keeping the real on the lock
Had to deal with my fears that I blocked
Had to keep all the loud off my lips
Had me slurring my words when I talk
Had to get it popping in the booth
I could never let up on the youth
They don't gotta know that I'm a hit
They just gotta know about the truth
Stepping on the stage like I don't mind it
Looking for your faith like I won't find it
I don't wanna change it I'm just grinding
Put me in the pavement if I'm lying

Yuh
Headed down on the wrong side by 25
No light no better time gotta make it right yuh
Fighting up hill against men who lie just to see me die yuh
But I finna fight, yuh
Gotta see the light, yuh
Headed down on the wrong side by 25
No light no better time gotta make it right yuh
Fighting up hill against men who lie just to see me die yuh
But I finna fight yuh
Gotta see the light yuh

Me and 350 had to get it one time
Praise up cuz they know we had to grind
Got it out the mud we was slummin w the slimes
Prayed up Good God now we shine
All these rappers they tryna blow up
Slow it down imma fill up the cup
I ain't talkin no lean imma cut
Runneth over you know it's what's up
Imma youngboy and I drip like Dasani
I rap you in circles like head of a Saudi
I pull up in fashion I'm rocking that Nike
Like Uzi I'm wearing balenci balenci
Praise to my God and I'm just getting started
I use to be out there I use to be hardened
I flipped up the script and now I'm ballin like hardin
But don't get it twisted I still know the charter
I spent 3 days locked in my room steady working
Now I stand out like a Birkin
They gon ask me how I did it I'm certain
Certified by the word ain't no turning
All of these haters they lurking
I been in the show drop the curtain
Got it all on my own ain't no lurching
Do it real nice got the shirt in
Skrrtt
They want the youngboy down in the dirt
They wanna see me kicked to the curb
But I'm jumping put the gym MJ w the vert
You better pay me if you want a verse
I was down bad then I hit a spurt
I got them racks then I flipped it again
I ain't talking no deer I'm just talking bout bands

God always



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Rodriguez, Kyle Yumang, Mu Lean, Jraul Garcia, Grant Lapointe, William Fields, Glenn Gordon, Anthony Carballo, Parris Hoskins, Jessie Owusu, Tyler Brasel, Kaleb Mitchell, Michael Torres, Dylan Phillips
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