(upbeat hip hop music) ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Pullin' up deep, I'm never solo ♪ ♪ Whole lotta fans in Abu Dhabi ♪ ♪ La-di-da-di, who wanna party? ♪ ♪ Comin' in hot, it's like wasabi ♪ ♪ Walkin' on waves look like tsunami ♪ ♪ I just got back to the A ♪ ♪ This for my brothas in Dade ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ It's hard as hell bein' Foggieraw ♪ ♪ It's not easy like that ♪ ♪ My ex said leavin' her was my biggest L ♪ ♪ I ain't see it like that ♪ ♪ She needed a shoulder she could cry on ♪ ♪ Couldn't be there like that ♪ ♪ Ayy, Michael Jackson, I be bad, baby, I'ma beat it ♪ ♪ What you say ♪ ♪ 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 me like Norwegians ♪ ♪ I got the vocab, it's egregious ♪ ♪ Blessings fell down, I receive it ♪ ♪ Bling ♪ ♪ Ayy, hottest up on the scene ♪ ♪ Young and wavy, ain't no faking 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 degree ♪ ♪ 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, turning my pain into praise ♪ ♪ Turned up my ace and we ate ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Could never be fraud, I'm not a poser ♪ ♪ It ain't my thing to be posin' ♪ ♪ I'm young, I'm handsome
a check, right ♪ ♪ I still want the enemy domed ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Pullin' up deep, I'm never solo ♪ ♪ Whole lotta fans in Abu Dhabi ♪ ♪ La-di-da-di, who wanna party? ♪ ♪ Comin' in hot,
it's like wasabi ♪ ♪ Walkin' on waves look like tsunami, uh ♪ ♪ Tryna get back to my ways ♪ ♪ Turning my pain into praise ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Balance, hustlin', growin', Balenciaggy ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Nuh uh ♪ ♪ Yeah, I get the better of bad things ♪ ♪ So I got a baddie with two rings, uh ♪ ♪ Yeah, one with a rock, one wit' a fluff face ♪ ♪ Turned it to the light, baby, 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 ♪ ♪ I'm turnin' my pain into worship
♪ ♪ I can show you, I can't go commercial ♪ ♪ Now my chains have a choir rehearsal ♪ ♪ And I put on the Off-White from Virgil ♪ ♪ Tell my coaches, you know I don't fumble ♪ ♪ I carry the vision ♪ ♪ I talk turkey on every Thanksgiving ♪ ♪ I pray to the realest, I don't make decisions ♪ ♪ Do you rap 'bout that life that you livin'? ♪ ♪ Hmm, do you? ♪ ♪ I see that you fake, I can tell it's an act ♪ ♪ I come from the dark
and 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 ♪ ♪ Free lil' Polo, he rock wit' the popo ♪ ♪ When they free him, we pullin' up free ♪ ♪ From the logo, Young Otto ♪ ♪ I been a heathen and I been a Pharisee ♪ ♪ I put a few of my demons in therapy ♪ ♪ Fell out with homies and had to repair ♪ ♪ But we don't have to dig up that hatchet we buried
♪ ♪ The way that they come at the team is hilarious ♪ ♪ We really live it, they get it vicarious ♪ ♪ I got some scars, and God got me sharin' 'em ♪ ♪ Hopefully that way you'll never be wearin' 'em ♪ ♪ Hopefully, hopefully ♪ ♪ Turnin' my pain into praise breaks ♪ ♪ Know what it's like in the dark of the night ♪ ♪ But the joy gonna come when the day breaks ♪ ♪ And I can't wait ♪ ♪ When they play this they feel like New Orleans ♪ ♪ The way
to the saints', eh ♪ ♪ And we save lives, we don't save face ♪ ♪ We just say grace ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Walkin' on waves look like tsunami, uh sheesh ♪ Tryna get back to my ways, sheesh ♪ Turnin' my pain into praise ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 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' ♪ ♪ Mm-mm-mm, back like we ain't
even left, okay ♪ ♪ I rep my squad to the death, okay ♪ ♪ They do that Mitchell & Ness, 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 ♪ ♪ I take my life and I put it in verses ♪ ♪ I got my dawgs and I'm- ♪ ♪ Pullin' up deep, I'm never solo ♪ ♪ Whole lotta fans in Abu Dhabi ♪ ♪ La-di-da-di, who wanna party? ♪ ♪ Comin' in hot, it's like wasabi ♪ ♪ Walkin' on waves look like tsunami, uh ♪ ♪ Tryna get back to my ways ♪ ♪ Turning my
pain into praise ♪
