Prey

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Amen, thats what i trust, kinda rushed

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I bust shots, they bust back

The third one is mixed, white and black

While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack

When that money calls I holla back

went back on the way back back

And daddy's in the Cadillac

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

You're very attractive, and notice that

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

the blood in his veins made him stick to a blue tat

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap

The real muscle in the message of that

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe

Diego Son of Anarchy

And you are you too, but bitch I'm three

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Put three G's on the three J's signed to the Roc/

To y'all minds I'm like a UK clock

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Fuck that job been around that block

Murdered every bod from my squad

845 Brick squad on the track/

Rapping so fast/Smacking this track

Aces & LT on the track/

Shades dark as fuck so all I see is black

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Back and forth, and then back again

again motherfucker.

Motherfucker wherever he goes

"Listen to the track BITCH!" echoes

Boogyin' with Jesus and a bunch of Nazi hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

With this rap shit, you know I do the fucking most

And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost

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Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive

Never really been into the ice

Penthouse on Collins, money long as Ocean drive

Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life

life on a platter, life looking dapper

She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

fire, i deliver

To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor

off this liquor with a stripper

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller

I'll drink a Miller, get iller, then crack jokes like Phyllis Diller

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, I’m sicker

bic her,never sicker,sticky like a sticker,

Myself as a prominent figure

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger;