Blaqbonez – Prayers Up (FT. KindlyNxsh, Brotherkupa & Wave)

Blaqbonez – Prayers Up Lyrics (feat. KindlyNxsh, Brotherkupa & Wave$tar)

Prayers Up

Blaqbonez (feat. KindlyNxsh, Brotherkupa & Wave$tar)

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"Prayers Up." - Blaqbonez (feat. KindlyNxsh, Brotherkupa & Wave$tar)

Sunday, 02 November 2025, 06:23 am

Album: No Excuses

Track No: 14

I was down bad, now I'm standing, up (up)
Woah, still at the top (fuck)
She wasn't funny, I got her digits and price (woah)
I had that money, just dreams, lots (uh)
So it's not my fault that I flexed a lot (woah)
Studio, cook up a banger (woah)
I don't want her, she a stranger (woah)
Whole lotta thots, it's dangerous
I put the Jesus piece in a Ranger
I'm going up, too far, more danger
Remmy boy, I'mma drop like a banger
Never thought I'd get this up right now, had to thank my God in a prayer
Thank my God in my prayers, thank my God in my-, yeah
Anything you want, I'ma pay it
Told you, everything I want, I'ma get it
If you tryna say something, say it ('cause y'all keep talking 'bout me)
Young Kupa got his name on the skreet, they right, I'm never seen
Uh, never seen, uh, pop a drink
Such a fiend, up, up, up (let's go)
Up, everything change no more, everything change no-
Yeah, not my fault that I flex a lot (fuck)
(You should've seen my life)
Back to the wall, had to level up (fuck)
(Cop anything I like)
Yeah, had some L's but I never lost
Made it far but it's not enough
I made hundred M's off flooring stuff
Don't you wonder why I be so tough? (Fuck)
Standing on business, study my fitness
From the beginning, still out here steezin'
They can't believe it, "How did he do it?"
I stayed original, this ain't no remix
Flow so medicinal, they cannot leave it
This ain't Ozempic, this is that real shit, this ain't no fiction
Been at their house and it's like an eviction
I just go on and I don't no refill (I just go on and I don't no refill)
Woah, still at the top (fuck)
She wasn't funny, I got her digits and price (woah)
I had that money, just dreams, lots (uh)
So it's not my fault that I flexed a lot (woah)
Studio, cook up a banger (woah)
I don't want her, she a stranger (woah)
Whole lotta thots, it's dangerous
I put the Jesus piece in a Ranger
I'm going up, too far, more danger
Remmy boy, I'mma drop like a banger
Never thought I'd get this up right now, had to thank my God in a prayer
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I no fit send your P, I dey popori for this side, my guy
I no hear wetin you write, my guy
Give shout-out to me one time
No be chisis, gotta put your money where your mouth is
I've been working hard to be a superstar, this swag no be fugazi
When I stay with you, I see paparazzi
Yeah-yeah, only fun dey fit relax me
They don't know why a nigga fresh like this
I only know two, even if you ask me
Say na star life, who dey prounce, huh
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, hm

Writer(s): Anashe Ithiel Chizhande, Brotherkupa, Emeka Akumefule, Praise Okechukwu.

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