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I pray for the prey, I prey on my predators Pushing paraphernalia at 15 I was passionate Prolly beat the p**** up when I'm high enough Get shot dead and wake up from that dream like "Sky enough" "Stop thinking bout easy money, short cuts get you cut short" Look around the city and what happened to the DrugLords Tell me what the fuck y'all having sons for If y'all ain't try'na live to see your sons bring a son forward? Y'all ain't bout that legacy, but I can't fade like that Word to my barbers, I can't fade like that Tell Billy I got the spirit of the Bull with me Year of the Jordan, only a few artists gone rule with me What can they do to me? This body's a Vessel, just know Jehovah is using it The simulation broke now everyone's losing it Got niggas dying in my hood with no eulogies Buried by their mama's, ain't new to this If you wanna pick a fight, bring your fist, not your toys lil bitch This the hood where you get murked by your boys RIP Mfundo, my nigga, they'll never hear your voice Try'na tell the kids to go bigger and know they got a choice We ain't gotta be these niggas that we looked up to Fade clean in church, at home serving domestic abuse Just know if one of us ain't winning, all of us lose Tell the kids to leave the city and no, not through the noose See my people on the news as statistics Who gives a fuck? long as the fade's in and my wrist sick As long as my biatch thick like her lipstick Shawty so bad, she ain't foreign dawg, she mystic But she Delilah with the number one She prolly cut a nigga from his funds and then go run She prolly fade a nigga from his strength like Samson Women buy products but the money make us handsome Yeah that line was inaccurately made They wouldn't know bout the money if they ain't see the fade And that's the thing with these women, they come with evil ways She flirting in my ear, her nigga looking in my way What he finna do? What he finna say? Normally I'd break eye contact, my coloured pride told me Don't look away My barber is a magician, there's confidence in this cut Now this is about respect, I care less bout your slut If you wanna pick a fight, bring your fist, not your toys lil bitch This the hood where you get murked by your boys RIP Mfundo, my nigga, they'll never hear your voice Try'na tell the kids to go bigger and know they got a choice We ain't gotta be these niggas that we looked up to Fade clean in church, at home serving domestic abuse Just know if one of us ain't winning, all of us lose Tell the kids to leave the city and no, not through the noose My cousin told me this long ago Before El J said this the land of the hoes A nigga won't check his bitch, he rather pull out a tech on me See I pray for the prey but the prey don't pray for me Stepped out the club, cold wind blows to the back of my head Sobered me up, don't want trouble, I'm going home to my bed Before I hop in the whip, touching my fade was lead Next morning, front page cover, Iscariot's dead The fact he thought that he faded me's kinda stupid He'll fade in the slammer, imma live forever through my music Let the kids know I was The most vocal voice up in the city with that fresh number 2, just because Now my lyrics make sense KiNGPiN, keep the PC locked, they gone want my shit then Or charge em a fat price and buy mama a benz, can't do that I'm in a hearse All because of pussy I spoke about in the first verse If you wanna pick a fight, bring your fist, not your toys lil bitch This the hood where you get murked by your boys RIP Mfundo, my nigga, they'll never hear your voice Try'na tell the kids to go bigger before they gotta Before they fade Shit, before they fade nigga Let them know before they fade RIP Mfundo, my nigga
Writer(s): Jeandré Passmore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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