Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 14.04.2016
Song language: English
Pray |
| God taketh away, and God giveth |
| The clock’s tickin' away as the plot thickens today |
| Cause I’m sippin' hard liquor |
| We couldn’t suffer the same amount of losses |
| Cause my supply’s bigger |
| Don’t associate me with nothin' but that dopest child star shit |
| That Lindsey Lo', that Todd Bridges |
| Hit your block with a tickin' bomb that’ll |
| Leave the competition in the hospital |
| I’m the product of foolish pride |
| I’m a speeding bullet who responds to the pull of God’s trigger |
| Jumpin' out the barrel, like «Excuse me, Nas. |
| Move aside, Jigga» |
| I’m hard as proving ground bricks |
| Groundbreaking each time I spit words and they hit the street |
| You don’t like the game, you can google my dick, bitch |
| And that goes to everybody |
| I pray for foes, I pray for hoes |
| I pray for everybody |
| But you can pray for them |
| If you gon' pray for somebody, pray for them |
| Don’t pray for me, pray for Paris |
| Pray for Nigeria, pray for peace |
| Pray for your marriage |
| Pray your horse don’t sway far away from your carriage |
| Why you put all of your eggs in one basket? |
| Blowin' dumb cash on Wraiths and karats |
| Your daughter ain’t an heiress, I hope she’s taken care of |
| More importantly, I hope this gun in your face don’t end up in your mouth |
| I’ll make you taste the terror of the kickback of this gat that could break the |
| barrel |
| More court cases, hate betrayal |
| If I approach thee, boy, please take me serious |
| Cause if I say that I shall, then I shall proceed |
| I don’t cry wolf cause I don’t enjoy wasting tears any more than I enjoy |
| wasting shells |
| I looked at the state of my health and asked the reverend 'bout it |
| I didn’t just pray for myself, I prayed for everybody |
| But you can pray for them |
| They need you more than me, pray for them |
| Pray for everybody |
| Look around, look around, look around, look around |
| Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you’re seeing |
| I’m seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges |
| It’s like they’re all targets, pray for them |
| Pray for everybody |
| Live from the gutter, my father’s a drugger |
| The block is my mother, 2Pac got it on lock in my suburb |
| I got dope double-wrapped up in bubble wrap on top of my cupboard |
| Old ladies watching from shutters |
| Tellin' all the children keep watching out for us |
| Bad influences, we the gumbo that you see inside the pot |
| Swimming 'round in all the saddest, truest shit |
| Addict in the coolest whip |
| Riding 'round my city lookin' for the baddest newest bitch |
| Hammer in my stash, feeling too legit |
| 90 on the dash, slammin' on the gas |
| Passenger mad, saying that the break pedal do exist |
| I’m saying «I'm late man, I got school to skip» |
| Introduce me to your chick, I turn this shit to a Skip to My Lou assist |
| I don’t talk too much shit, I discuss shit by throwing hands |
| I’m a sucker for hoes in yoga pants |
| Tell my queen I’m in this shit, like kissing and holding hands |
| I keep my flings on the other end of a string with swollen glands |
| I’m a player, I’ve been to every hotel and every lobby |
| Every time I pray, I send up a prayer for everybody |
| Don’t pray for me, nigga |
| Pray for them |
| You gon' pray for somebody? |
| Pray for them |
| Don’t pray for me, pray for respect |
| Pray to get something different from rich and away from your debt |
| Nigga, I’m straight to cassette |
| Y’all digital, y’all about as physical as finger under some balls, |
| coughin' while taking a test |
| Too many artists get mistaken with best |
| Cause they on the charts, you sleepin' on me, I’ll come and wake you to death |
| While I pray against all the violence and shootin' |
| ISIS got Obama sittin' down with Vladimir Putin |
| I saw a child online ask his father «Why did they do this?» |
| His father then replied to him, «We gotta fight 'em with flowers growing out |
| the ground» |
| I look at violence the same way I look at slavery |
| It’s never ending in light of abolishment |
| These are my finest hours, then |
| I pray for everybody |
| Look around, look around, look around, look around |
| Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you’re seeing |
| I’m seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges |
| It’s like they’re all targets, pray for them |
| (Let us pray) |
| Lord, please keep Your arms around us, and protect us from harm and danger. |
| In your son Jesus' name, amen. |
| (Amen!) |