Nico Stockton - Prey

They call me Nico aka Chico Flaquito
X 'em all out and go get it by any means though
No gang shit but we always stick to the G code
You're in the DM of women I hit 3 years ago, homie
And you know me, I'm lovin' it, it's just funny to me
Baddies, good trees in every city I see
Bow down to your knees before you step to a G O D
Causing DOA, dope flow OD
And everybody got the nerve to say I fell off
This hair trigger probably 'bout to turn me to a felon
Hell on wheels, ridin' the highway of sin
Jay was hollerin' at me, "If you feel like a pimp (homie)"
Aaliyah told me, "Brush myself off, try again"
Oh, how I would kill to be up on a Timbaland
That's the plan 'cause a youngin' sees it's levels to this shit
Takin' trips out to the Bay and then it's back home to the 615!
I wipe my feet off before I hop into my bed
And I tuck my laces back into my crispy Cortez'
'Cause cleanliness is next to godliness, I hold my head up
Cleanliness is next to godliness
Now bow your head, son
I do this for the people, livin' off a loaf of bread
No help, steady dying til the feds send out them checks, but
Cleanliness is next to godliness, I hold my head up
Cleanliness is next to godliness
Now bow your head and let us pray
That today will end the same as yesterday
Alive and well, contemplating how we'll leave this place we hate
The world is crazed
Baby girls be getting abducted and raped
And the people here "protecting" are sending youngin's to wakes
Let us pray
Everybody needs some shelter from the storm
All this hate based off of brainwash since we were born
Like only my god is right
I got my bible and my gun
And an instagram app that tells me when I'm feeling loved
And my twitter stays poppin', just like all the real thugs (hahahaha)
The world dies around me, yet all I can do is drugs
And I know it's fucked up but really what you want me to do?
Go broke buying J's so my perception is cool?
Fuck that, fuck boys are the flame to my fuel
Seen what the game did to Mitch and what it could do to you
So I wipe my feet off before I hop into my bed
And I tuck my laces back into my crispy Cortez'
'Cause cleanliness is next to godliness, I hold my head up
Cleanliness is next to godliness
Now bow your head, son
I do this for the people, livin' off a loaf of bread
No help, steady dying til the feds send out them checks, but
Cleanliness is next to godliness, I hold my head up
Friendliness is next to deadliness
Now bow your head and let us pray

Written by:
Nicolas DeJoe

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