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letra de pray - a slash, yello dicaprio, big heartz, whiskiicat

[verse 1: a slash]
you better try jesus, not me cuz, i’ll run a man down in my filas
i won’t turn the other cheek cuz, me nah eeediat, you will get 3 strikes like adidas
you a online beefa, cod leader, more like fortnite you’re too weak
you don’t want it with me cuz, not a preacher, i will beat man down with a speaker
i got the devil inside me, don’t try me, you don’t want this blood like hiv
and the fire ain’t right, and i try to fight it, pray someone don’t ignite me
i still get flash backs to fights with guys with knives, and i know it ain’t right
i’m not trying to live that life, of ride or die, but i know that i got it inside me
i’m not hype i’m cool but don’t take me for a fool, cuz
the angel will tell you it’s cool, but the devil will come back with tool
when it comes to fights i don’t hype i dismiss it – but don’t take me for a b-tch kid
cuz i don’t throw tantrums like a rich kid, i switch and do stuff that’s unpredicted
i’m not hype, i’m cool but i switch quick, and you’ll know when its coming too cuz
first of all my lip starts twitching, blood you better running soon
then i go quiet, take some deep breaths, say something but you probably won’t hear me
try to gather my sanity but there’s none left then i’m like f-ck it blud, what is it really

[hook:]
i pray for my enemies, pray for my peace
i fight with the inner me, i talk to the priest
i pray for my enemies if they mess with those who break bread with me
i need sanity when i’m in these streets, the devil’s dragging me and he plays for keeps
i pray for my enemies, pray for my peace
i fight with the inner me, i talk to the priest
i’ve been hiding, praying, trying
holding, hold this rage, stop fighting
[verse 2: big heartz]

[verse 3: yello dicaprio]
i’m in the pews at the church
like i’m still on my pimpin’
they keep these tricks up they sleeve
so i can’t let ’em catch me limpin
i’m livid, can’t twist it
gotta come to my senses
keep my head down, bring that bread round
pray to god he stay with me
pray for me, father, pray for me, mama
pray for my cuz, pray for my dawgs, pray for my brother
lookin’ through the bars, mental and physical
solitary ain’t so lonely when you a violent individual
stuck up in this hole with some demons in my head
used to chase these fiends away, now, they my friends instead
i know lawyers and criminals, but in my eyes they equal
just out here tryna make it, for some the trenches is the pinnacle
no minimal
i keep a bible by my bedside that i don’t read
so i don’t preach
don’t step to me like you holy
you don’t know me
you don’t know me
you don’t know me

- a slash yello dicaprio big heartz whiskiicat

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