Tyme Bomb 7.0 - Prey On Me

Tyme da Bomb
Unknown Soulja Ent
Maintain Muzic
Ay yay
Tick Tick boom ya know
They preyin on me
Hate and envy is a bad combination
Im just focused on a bag why they hating
Money aint involved end of conversation
Tick tick boom Im going off Im tired of waiting
Pa-tience they keep saying its a virtue
Its a shame your own fam they will hurt you
Aint on probation I ain't worried bout no curfew
The truth hurts but its devils in the church too
They keep praying on me to fall but I'll never fall
Either ridin all alone or ridin wit my dawgs
Im forever Unknown I cant follow yall
If Im sliding with the chrome I loaded hollows dawg
Probable cause is these niggas tried to play with me
I dont care about your words fuck what you say to me
I been threatened before they didn't rush up
I was taught running ya mouth could get you fucked up
I can feel it in the air I know they praying on me
All I get is cold stares so its staying on me
Only thang that I can do is what I can homie
I feel the hatred from you dont understand homie
What be making niggas change like the forecast
You aint riding with me nigga aint go ya bus pass
I'll be quick to cut ya off like a mustache
Wanna see me doing bad wit yo fuck ass
Damn (Say Tyme)
Boy it be the ones thats close to you dawg (Boy I tell you dawg)
The ones you grew up wit my nigga (Got damn dawg)
Got damn man
Pose to be fam man (Pose to be fam my nigga)
Fuck you cross me over some paper nigga
Some muthafuckin paper nigga (How the fuck you cross me nigga)
Ay yay
I should say that Im the best but Im humble nigga
Bay county this the muthafuckin jungle nigga
This a different generation they dont rumble nigga
They catchin bodies over bodies over the summer nigga
I aint confrontational so I just keep it cool
And when a nigga time come I gotta act a fool
Suicidal nigga
Don't read no bible nigga
Cant understand me dawg my name aint got no title nigga
Fuck a designer belt I went and bought a rifle nigga
Im on god side a muthafuckin disciple nigga
You not a hitta please don't turn me into a killer
W W F Da Bomb is a gravedigger
Say nigga how the fuck we go against each other
Lord is our father nigga you my fuckin brother
In America you know we gotta pay it double
It aint nothing but a trap to keep us in the struggle
I can feel it in the air I know they praying on me
All I get is cold stares so its staying on me
Only thang that I can do is what I can homie
I feel the hatred from you dont understand homie
What be making niggas change like the forecast
You aint riding with me nigga aint go ya bus pass
I'll be quick to cut ya off like a mustache
Wanna see me doing bad wit yo fuck ass

Written by:
Thomas Walker Jr

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