| Yeah, it takes pain for this shit to pop
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| You better pray that my winning stops
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| You better pray that my winter come
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| Pray for your forgiveness for the sin, and for the sin to come
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| And you can say that you one of us
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| Unless you keep it G, well then you ain’t really one of us
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| Lookin' like you some prey for the hungry ones
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| Looking behind your back, afraid, what you running from?
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| Pray
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| Yeah I’m feeling calm in my head but my heart’s on fireball and I’m still
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| involved
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| The reaper tolling your bell so answer it when he call
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| Ready to die now, they wishing for it like Biggie Smalls
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| Asking for death but they beg for life when they really fall
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| We know the way to salvation now, there is no escape
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| Pray for my winter now I’m surrounded by snowy flakes
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| Mooded and loved through jealousy, now he grow to hate
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| from mistakes, knowing they’re soul at stake
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| Stare in my eyes, something tells me you’re unprepared
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| They hear the predator coming and now they’re running scared
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| Looking behind you there’s nothing there
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| I double dare you to test my results
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| No confession calls for another prayer
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| It takes pain for this shit to pop
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| You better pray that my winning stops
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| You better pray that my winter come
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| Pray for your forgiveness for the sin, and for the sin to come
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| And you can say that you one of us
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| Unless you keep it G, well then you ain’t really one of us
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| Lookin' like you some prey for the hungry ones
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| Looking behind your back, afraid, what you running from?
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| Pray
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| I’m sick of playing games
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| You gave me pain while I prayed for peace
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| You play your roll in the Game of Thrones, I will slay the beast
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| I lay awake while my brain races to say the least
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| Display your teeth now I’m taking aim and you lay deceased
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| You play with me and I’ll make you pray for the hunt
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| Soon as I catch up to you I take away what I want
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| Yeah I hate your raids, it’s safe to say that I’m done
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| Emaciated hunger I’m chasing, they better run
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| Life in the jungle, there’s no escaping the chain of food
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| Only the strong survive in it if they able to
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| I set my table for dinner, nothing is safe and you
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| Been looking like some prey to me dude, maybe I’ll pray for you
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| It takes pain for this shit to pop
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| You better pray that my winning stops
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| You better pray that my winter come
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| Pray for your forgiveness for the sin, and for the sin to come
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| And you can say that you one of us
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| Unless you keep it G, well then you ain’t really one of us
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| Lookin' like you some prey for the hungry ones
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| Looking behind your back, afraid, what you running from?
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| Pray |