I prey
Fuck it, imma hit em right of the bat like Babe Ruth
Coming mean as a pit of a leash to slay you
Stay true to what made you, my aims true
If I see a target, I bang through
No shame, shoot, no thank you
I sprang loose then sank a fang up in the game, oooh
Yeah, I'm hard to contain, spew flames, the truth mane, I'm Lou Kang in the booth
BANG!
It's easy to be a goat when the masses be soft as lambs
You're talking with the pigs, I get bacon from going ham
I'm mingling with lions
You've been lying on the gram
That gimmick is getting tired homie
I am not a fan
I feel like it's my time, light shines inside a stan (Lee)
Spider man with a mic in hand in a fighting stance with a spiteful plan to give no rappers A fighting chance
Inciting violence but seems so peaceful when the lighting pans
Fuck you, I take mine
Been stuck in the rain (Wow!)
All I overcame (How?)
I just want some cake (Now)
Don't want a break unless it's limbs of the opposition
I'm hot, the kitchen pot; what I'm whipping is all contention, yeah yeah
Another blonde on a mission
To pick apart the offended
I see the art and the image
I pray to god in repentance, I saw him in visions
Apocalyptic.
Something sparked a fire, my situation was dire
I'm twitching and pacing, I have no fucking patience; I'm tired of waiting
I feel like I can taste it; it's on my lips imma chase it
And make it
You've been counting dollars, I've been counting my prey
You've been apathetic, I be writing all day
Demons want a bite of me but I won't let them taste
You tell me put that on the Bible; to the sky now I pray "Dear God!"
Call me eagle eyes, cuz I'm watching my prey
I'm feeling phonetic, I be writing all day
I feel like demons are watching me, every step I take
You tell me put that on the Bible, to the sky now I pray
Where I'm at, it's hard to say, I'm tearing a path to make a way and staring at the looking Glass; comparing that from day to day
Arrogance is a battle, but sharing it with the cattle apparently isn't bad; it's America.
Isn't that a bitch
Life is full of shit to me, I swear, I'm looking down, aye
I get lost inside my head, a maze beneath the crown, yeah
My life is a movie man, except I'm in the crowd, shit
I'm looking back like "look at that, you should be in the ground"
Predator in the grass, incredible with the craft
Impregnable, word to mike, when I settle shit on the pad
Better than more that half, but cheddar is sorta lacking
Better get more than savage, get up and do some damage
You've been counting dollars, I've been counting my prey
You've been apathetic, I be writing all day
Demons want a bite of me but I won't let them taste
You tell me put that on the Bible; to the sky now I pray "Dear God!"
Am I alone? Am I see through?
I spend so much time trynna reach you and trynna read you
Sick of the rear view, I need a clear view
Uh!
Opportunity is knocking, I be in the studi' popping
Student of the game, like back when Dre and snoop and cube were dropping
Pooping in these rappers, switching lanes, I'm weaving through the traffic
Poof, I'm magic, proof of madness
Put me in the booth I gas it
You've been counting dollars, I've been counting my prey
You've been apathetic, I be writing all day
Demons want a bite of me but I won't let them taste
You tell me put that on the Bible; to the sky now I pray
Pray
Prey
Prey
Coming mean as a pit of a leash to slay you
Stay true to what made you, my aims true
If I see a target, I bang through
No shame, shoot, no thank you
I sprang loose then sank a fang up in the game, oooh
Yeah, I'm hard to contain, spew flames, the truth mane, I'm Lou Kang in the booth
BANG!
It's easy to be a goat when the masses be soft as lambs
You're talking with the pigs, I get bacon from going ham
I'm mingling with lions
You've been lying on the gram
That gimmick is getting tired homie
I am not a fan
I feel like it's my time, light shines inside a stan (Lee)
Spider man with a mic in hand in a fighting stance with a spiteful plan to give no rappers A fighting chance
Inciting violence but seems so peaceful when the lighting pans
Fuck you, I take mine
Been stuck in the rain (Wow!)
All I overcame (How?)
I just want some cake (Now)
Don't want a break unless it's limbs of the opposition
I'm hot, the kitchen pot; what I'm whipping is all contention, yeah yeah
Another blonde on a mission
To pick apart the offended
I see the art and the image
I pray to god in repentance, I saw him in visions
Apocalyptic.
Something sparked a fire, my situation was dire
I'm twitching and pacing, I have no fucking patience; I'm tired of waiting
I feel like I can taste it; it's on my lips imma chase it
And make it
You've been counting dollars, I've been counting my prey
You've been apathetic, I be writing all day
Demons want a bite of me but I won't let them taste
You tell me put that on the Bible; to the sky now I pray "Dear God!"
Call me eagle eyes, cuz I'm watching my prey
I'm feeling phonetic, I be writing all day
I feel like demons are watching me, every step I take
You tell me put that on the Bible, to the sky now I pray
Where I'm at, it's hard to say, I'm tearing a path to make a way and staring at the looking Glass; comparing that from day to day
Arrogance is a battle, but sharing it with the cattle apparently isn't bad; it's America.
Isn't that a bitch
Life is full of shit to me, I swear, I'm looking down, aye
I get lost inside my head, a maze beneath the crown, yeah
My life is a movie man, except I'm in the crowd, shit
I'm looking back like "look at that, you should be in the ground"
Predator in the grass, incredible with the craft
Impregnable, word to mike, when I settle shit on the pad
Better than more that half, but cheddar is sorta lacking
Better get more than savage, get up and do some damage
You've been counting dollars, I've been counting my prey
You've been apathetic, I be writing all day
Demons want a bite of me but I won't let them taste
You tell me put that on the Bible; to the sky now I pray "Dear God!"
Am I alone? Am I see through?
I spend so much time trynna reach you and trynna read you
Sick of the rear view, I need a clear view
Uh!
Opportunity is knocking, I be in the studi' popping
Student of the game, like back when Dre and snoop and cube were dropping
Pooping in these rappers, switching lanes, I'm weaving through the traffic
Poof, I'm magic, proof of madness
Put me in the booth I gas it
You've been counting dollars, I've been counting my prey
You've been apathetic, I be writing all day
Demons want a bite of me but I won't let them taste
You tell me put that on the Bible; to the sky now I pray
Pray
Prey
Prey
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Writer(s): Bryton Barnes
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