Predator

What's my muthafucking name
Bitch I gain green
Cut a sucka nigga out
Like gangrene
If you ran off on the plug bruh
Yo game green
He gone show up like the candyman
And change scenes
That's a wrap
You ain't get it
Fade to black
I got it out the mud
Then lost it all
And made it back
The cloth from which I'm cut
Ain't enough to save the scraps
I'm the type to knock you down
Or lift you up and fix yo cap
Throwback
My whips stay dipped
In cream and praline
Won't be no shit
You wanna start some
Drink some saline
We pull up
Start blowing shit up
Like the A team
Ain't got the time
Sucka duckin on the daily
I grew up on the blocks
Where the colors dipped in paisley
Some callem solider rags
Some call em flags
Some call it crazy
Ain't no sada tay my damey
Hear it plainly
Fuck you pay me
Y'all too lazy
We don't trust you
Niggas shady

Ayeee
I been grinding all day
Hit the backstreets
I'm trying to find my way
It's rules and regs
Can't be in it halfway
Fools and feds
You either predator or prey

Flow killa
Spit is hot as Coachella
If you ever had a problem
The solution in the mirror
I can't say it any clearer
These streets eat yo ass for dinner
If there's beef it ain't gone simmer
Cuz there's sinkers and theres swimmers
Used watch the big homies
Get they knot on
Outside on the first when the fiends need the Pablo
Posted up
Had the shotty in the bronco
Respect the rules and regs
And you'll get paid and see tomorrow
Boss thangs
Keep ya circle tight like
Drawstrings
Focused up upon getting mine
Lil Brodie I don't cross lanes
My flows a silent killer
Like high sodium
And arm pains
We all got ptsd
Cuz we seen too much
For our age

I been grinding all day
Hit the backstreets
I'm trying to find my way
It's rules and regs
Can't be in it halfway
Fools and feds
You either predator or prey



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Writer(s): Juma Frye
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