Lyrics Pray - Ubi, Ubi feat. Joey Cool, Stevie Stone

Pray

Yeah, it takes pain for this shit to pop
You better pray that my winning stops
You better pray that my winter come
Pray for your forgiveness for the sin, and for the sin to come
And you can say that you one of us
Unless you keep it G, well then you ain’t really one of us
Lookin' like you some prey for the hungry ones
Looking behind your back, afraid, what you running from?
Pray
I know sometimes I like to play it up
But this time I don’t think I could say enough
If you got the right stuff, baby, we could be hanging tough
Told all my people the inner sanctum is made for us
So if you ain’t with it, I thank 'em and say good luck
I wish 'em well, but can’t wish it back to the way it was
A simple fact, I never been attracted to anger
But I never felt the way that we interacted was dangerous
Thought we had it straightened out when in fact it was tangled up
I’ll strip away what you hold at the slightest indication
So quit your playing, get told for your sin and get to praying
This charade has now come to a close so in summation
A vampire was never welcomed without invitation
Even if you change your behavior, won’t change the situation
Yeah, it takes pain for this shit to pop
You better pray that my winning stops
You better pray that my winter come
Pray for your forgiveness for the sin, and for the sin to come
And you can say that you one of us
Unless you keep it G, well then you ain’t really one of us
Lookin' like you some prey for the hungry ones
Looking behind your back, afraid, what you running from?
Pray
Pray for the vision, pray for enlightenment
Pray for the vision, pray for enlightenment
Pray for the vision, pray for enlightenment
I can sense it, I see my senses is heightening
Popularity, my potential is frightening
Separation is circumstantial, we see the mice and men
I got a problem with people try’na be obvious
It’s obvious that you couldn’t cut it so now you follow us
Spew the hatred and fake and shit, but still try’na vibe with us
You sorta acting childish because we allow you to ride with us
Raised in the middle, play in the middle
I suggest you grip reality, homie, pray we forgive you
You disrespect, in actuality, I don’t play it a little
Not even a bit, I’m shattering every doubt I been given
Yeah, it takes pain for this shit to pop
You better pray that my winning stops
You better pray that my winter come
Pray for your forgiveness for the sin, and for the sin to come
And you can say that you one of us
Unless you keep it G, well then you ain’t really one of us
Lookin' like you some prey for the hungry ones
Looking behind your back, afraid, what you running from?
Pray