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From Grass to Grace 1 by SupremoSo

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From Grass to Grace 1

Afrobeat,male vocals

0:003:08
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(Intro - SupremoSo)
Yeah, yeah, this one na for all my people out there,
From the streets to the top, we dey rise!
Listen up!
(Verse 1)
From the trenches, now I dey ball,
God pick my call, I shock them all.
My empty plate turn dining hall,
Now my story dey inspire the small.
Mama dey dance, no more cry,
Papa dey smile, tears don dry.
Who believe say I go blow?
Na grace dey make my life dey glow.
(Chorus)
From grass to grace, I dey thank You, Lord,
You lift me higher, no be by sword.
Through the struggle, through the pain,
Now blessing fall like rain.
From nothing, You raise my name,
Now the world dey hail my fame.
All the youth wey still dey street,
Your time go come, just keep your feet.
(Verse 2)
Many nights I sleep for floor,
No hope, just faith, nothing more.
But You see me when I pray,
Now I dey count blessings every day.
Dem laugh when I no get shoe,
Now dem dey queue to take my view.
Grace dey speak, e no dey lie,
Na favor carry me so high.
(Pre-Chorus)
Dem wan make I fall, but I rise,
Na Your mercy open my eyes.
By your grace, my money don long,
The journey hard, but you carry me along.
(Chorus)
From grass to grace, I dey thank You, Lord,
You lift me higher, no be by sword.
Through the struggle, through the pain,
Now blessing fall like rain.
From nothing, You raise my name,
Now the world dey hail my fame.
All the youth wey still dey street,
Your time go come, just keep your feet.
(Bridge)
E go reach you, no lose faith,
Just keep grinding, no dey hate.
Delay no be deny, my guy,
Your turn dey near, e go soon arrive.
Now we dey ball, we dey jubilate,
Cos Blessings dey Proliferate.
I thank my God, I no go fake,
All the glory, na Him go take.
(Outro)
Then to my buddies wey still dey try,
Wipe your tears, no dey ask “why.”
When your time reach, e go clear,
From zero, you go billionaire.
Grace dey work, no competition,
God go sign your elevation.
From grass to glory, na confirmation,
We rise by Divine connection.