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Pray
1,170
Hip-Hop
Pray was released on November 18, 2022 by Varick Street/FTD - Book of David as a part of the album Book of David
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Release DateNovember 18, 2022
LabelVarick Street/FTD - Book of David
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Katt Rockell
Katt Rockell
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Francis Ubiera
Francis Ubiera
Songwriter
Dan Garcia
Dan Garcia
Songwriter
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Songwriter
Katrina Russ
Katrina Russ
Songwriter
Fredrik Nils Olof Halldin
Fredrik Nils Olof Halldin
Songwriter
Davud Ahmedzade
Davud Ahmedzade
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buda & Grandz
Buda & Grandz
Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Producer
Tommy Black & Daz
Tommy Black & Daz
Producer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Lee “PremeDream” Wiggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, y'all ready?
[Verse 2]
Welcome
For the ones that dearly departed, I guitared it
That means that I'm pulling strings for people I can't even talk with
The flow done got retarded since I started
The **** that help me start it
We still talking
We still building
We still on it (Still)
Smelling Buda smoke all through the studio, knocking a Buda beat (Buda)
Fat bitches, Golden Corral
Shit, all I do is eat (Starving)
Really ain't been broke in a while, check out my files
You can tell if it really comes from the heart, shit like a smile (Smile)
I'm just trying to score, a couple **** just tryna foul (Foul me)
Free all of my Homies that's down, the time is now (Right now)
I never thought I'd see the day where I would play Tical
'Cause we was in the projects tryna scrape a hundred thousand (Racks)
[Verse 3]
This paper ain't gon' count itself
We gotta make it now (Right now)
I couldn't walk up in it straight, I found my way around (Around it)
Just trying to talk about the pain and all the blood that stained the ground
Got me vibin', knocking reggae, thinking how Jamaica sound
Bombaclot
You can't hustle here, go find another block
A hundred shots
Soul was lifted as soon as they spun the block (Gone)
He been a loser all his life, he don't care if he won or not (He don't care)
Smoke sound like Rob Base, I wanna rock
We love the block
I seen **** switch teams like they part of the league (That's crazy)
My cousin rocket stains green, wear his heart his the sleeve (Way up north)
Now everybody on my top, guess the target is me (It's me)
That was my man until he hated, we hardly could speak (We can't talk talk)
I been that **** since the day that I started to breathe
Fifty bitches on the yacht
**** don't part like me (At all)
If you on the block, you feel it, nobody talking like me (You feel it)
It's crazy how the streets had us blinded, we hardly could see (Blind)
[Verse 4]
**** end up in the water, be part of the sea (Drowning)
Once they start blocking your vision it gets harder to see (It's hard)
We start drowning, it get harder to breathe
I just try to motivate with something we all could believe
Real shit (Real shit)
Up in your crib, a couple of men in black
But ain't no Will Smith (All black)
They say they want the real until you show 'em just how real get (It's real)
I never really tryna destroy, just tryna build shit (Let's build)
You got in this shit to enjoy, I'm tryna kill shit
I never really tryna destroy, just tryna build shit
You got in this shit to enjoy, I'm tryna kill shit
I never really tryna destroy, just tryna build shit
You got in this shit to enjoy, I'm tryna
Written by: Dan Garcia, Dave East, Davud Ahmedzade, Francis Ubiera, Fredrik Nils Olof Halldin, Katrina Russ, Michael Kuzoian
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