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PREY ON ME Video (MV)




Performed By: Ryan Browand
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Ryan Gehring, Jacob Powell




Ryan Browand - PREY ON ME Lyrics
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Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
I took a drive to clear my mind, now I hit the window I'm sleep
Feel like a stretch man, the way that everyone pulling on me
Baby don't text man, when he be tryna make the money green
Just wanna flex man, but I know I got all my people to feed
Thank God for Shep, cause he keep it real when I need some grace
Thank God for JJ, cause he got the grills shining on face
Thank God for Wolf, he's gonna succeed no matter the case
Thank God for all of my life, I cannot forget about Mase
My world's been crushed, I keep my life low, I hush
Cut the fat out of my life, I can feel bones and such
I know they preying on me, but they ain't just preying for me
God told me about it, he said that he praying for me
Skating on my own beats like I'm playing hockey
I wanna bring a couple chips back home, know my name like Crosby
Know my name like Mac, know my name like Wiz
I wanna be bigger than what's on the corner of Grant and Sixth
Damn
I gotta get up, I gotta go prove, stand on my word
That what you pick up, is what you gon' do with all of your worth
So then when you're big, you take it back home and give it to kids
Then watch all the spiteful ass haters, talk like you ain't even big
Talk like you ain't the shit,
Talk, talk like you don't wanna pick
Talk like they don't know you running around saying
Suck my
I'm just playing
My bad
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Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
I took a drive to clear my mind, now I hit the window I'm sleep
Feel like a stretch man, the way that everyone pulling on me
Baby don't text man, when he be tryna make the money green
Just wanna flex man, but I know I got all my people to feed
Thank God for Shep, cause he keep it real when I need some grace
Thank God for JJ, cause he got the grills shining on face
Thank God for Wolf, he's gonna succeed no matter the case
Thank God for all of my life, I cannot forget about Mase
My world's been crushed, I keep my life low, I hush
Cut the fat out of my life, I can feel bones and such
I know they preying on me, but they ain't just preying for me
God told me about it, he said that he praying for me
Skating on my own beats like I'm playing hockey
I wanna bring a couple chips back home, know my name like Crosby
Know my name like Mac, know my name like Wiz
I wanna be bigger than what's on the corner of Grant and Sixth
Damn
I gotta get up, I gotta go prove, stand on my word
That what you pick up, is what you gon' do with all of your worth
So then when you're big, you take it back home and give it to kids
Then watch all the spiteful ass haters, talk like you ain't even big
Talk like you ain't the shit,
Talk, talk like you don't wanna pick
Talk like they don't know you running around saying
Suck my
I'm just playing
My bad
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Writer: Ryan Gehring, Jacob Powell
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