Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song proud/pray, artist - Pink Siifu. Date of issue: 13.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
proud/pray |
| Yuh |
| Momma raised a King, we gon' make it through |
| This for my sister yo I’m proud of her |
| She done made it through, out the soul |
| Parents fighting cops rolling through |
| Only reason wasn’t there I had to make moves, just to make it back |
| Back to you |
| Talking to the Gods when it’s dark too |
| Demons in the sky tryna fall through |
| I done seen the fire too close to standing I ain’t supposed to |
| Yeah they got the rope |
| Praying for my folks |
| Dying on the road |
| Reaper and the smoke |
| Get it for my folks |
| Written in the stones |
| Back turn to wings |
| Wings turn to gold |
| Hands turn to dust right in front of you |
| Pray for you, see the heavens right up under you |
| Pray for you |
| If you my nigga you my nigga ima ride for you |
| Pray for me, pray for me |
| Pray for me, pray for me |
| We say that the pets gon' kill and the pets gon' preach |
| We read it in papers you see on teepee |
| Lord gentrify, can’t recognise streets |
| There to get by, die in their sleep |
| Weed legalise but dealers ain’t free |
| Behind cells they want me, I can tell they want me |
| And them demons too whispering, can’t cover, listening, I ain’t trying to, |
| black man mirror too true |
| Pain over me blue, colour me and my truth |
| Wonder what day, that’s soon |
| Know that day creep soon |
| Can’t let my Mamma see me in that tomb |
| Can’t let my Mamma see me in that tomb |
| Need her feet kicked up in that room |
| Calling my sister making sure she cool |
| I say I love you when I’m praying for you |
| She say I love you when I’m praying for you |
| Hands turn to dust right in front of you (pray for you) |
| See the heavens right up under you (pray for you) |
| If you my nigga you my nigga ima ride for you |
| Pray for me, pray for me |
| Rolling, still |
| Still, rolling |
| Still, still, still, rolling |
| Still, yo, yo, ay |
| On the block shop at the |
| Probably kill a nigga in the shower |
| Wash away pain, wash away stains |
| Blood on your hands, Instead of my skin |
| Scared of my pigment |
| Nothing ain’t the same, we ain’t on the same shit |
| Paint this |
| New Sade at the minute, dead bodies in the yard |
| Got a picture? |
| If all I ever say |
| Pray for my pigment, pray for my niggas |
| Pray for me, pray for me |
| Praying for my family, used to say that’s all you say |
| Pray |
| Now I feel like niggas don’t ever pray |
| Pray |