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Pray The Game ft J. Cole and JMSN
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
JMSN
JMSN
Vocals
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Sleep Party People
Sleep Party People
Sampled Artist
Stacy Barthe
Stacy Barthe
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Composer
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Composer
A. Lyon
A. Lyon
Composer
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Composer
C. Berishaj
C. Berishaj
Composer
B. Bertz
B. Bertz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Ruben Rivera
Ruben Rivera
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

She got on tights with the leather skin She a rockstar, bring the heavy metal in Girl shaped like a coke bottle, Medellín In love with her 'til she went and let the devil in She pop pills like medicine She probably gon' die, it's startin' to be evident I told her, slow down, girl you're heaven-sent I'm a thug but I got a heart like Kev and them And I can't let this girl throw her life away Kick the door in the room and told her to put the knife away Took her to the hospital like right away She a angel with demons, the girl like night and day Stressed out, parents getting divorced Girl love 'em both, she ain't tryin' to sit in court She a square so it's hard to see the angle And that's why God gave her an guardian angel, it's me And I'm here for her, swear to God that I'm here for her Last nigga got her caught up in the airport She ain't had no pride, so she went and did a year for him She a ride-or-die, like Eve and them Make home-cooked meals every evening Start stripping on the side, now I'm tipping on the side Love life like Joselin and Stevie and them Am I wrong for being the best that I can to her? Takin' her son and tryin' to be a man to him She don't wanna pray, but I told her put her hands to it I done came a long way from that tan buick Yeah, grandmother would be proud of me Almost got the devil all the way the fuck out of me Remember momma knockin' on the door hounding me Bought her a car and a crib even though she doubted me When I wake up every day (even though she doubted me) I thank the Lord that we are safe again (even though she doubted me) That's why you should pray for me (even though she doubted me) That's my momma and I love her with my heart like I love you If you strugglin', baby daddy ain't takin' care of the kids Girl, you can get a hug too I'm here whenever you need me Gon' reach out, it's that easy I love women, 'cause without women Wouldn't none of us niggas be breathin' So let's (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) Cole Good girl at heart, I remember you wel, I remember you well Got a husband and kid, but I flirt Hope you do a little dirt 'cause I'm diggin' you still That's real, but nah, you don't text back And deep down I respect that 'Cause even though a nigga wan' tap that shit I don't wan' be the one to wreck that shit, so So I fall back, year go by, I got more plaques Just to get a call from you tellin' me you miss me And you wanna see me next time the tour's back, damn Well, what changed then? She tellin' me her nigga had her caged in Every time she think about me on the road She be cryin' realizin' all the places that she ain't been Well, it's cool, I'll pick you up Hold you down, lift you up These other niggas try and fuck I'm the only one who cut and still came back to stitch you up So we fuck, say what? You ain't been home lately, you ain't heard that nigga Her man left 'cause she cheated on his ass Found her pills in a bag, yo, she burned that nigga, she burned that nigga Say what? She burned that nigga, burned that nigga Say what? She burned that nigga Dawg, she burned that nigga He beat her ass in the crib Then he went and did a bid all 'cause a bitch burned that nigga Now dawg, that's real ass shit That's word around the ville ass shit Get the strap up, get the strap up Please tell me that you strapped up nigga We could kill that bitch if you want to I'm cool, I strapped up, played by the rules, damn While I'm sittin' here blessed, she at the crib all alone and she stressed So nigga I pray, bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) just bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head (Pray) bow your head When I wake up every day I thank the Lord that we are safe again (yeah, yeah) That's why you should pray for me Oh, when I wake up every day I thank the Lord that we are safe, amen That's why you should pray for me That's why you should pray
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Marcello Valenzano, Christian Andrew Berishaj, Andre Christopher Lyon, Brian Betz, Jermaine L. Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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