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

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