For the Prey

By Bambu

On Prey for the Devil

Released on September 11, 2016

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[Hook]

Been hoping couple dollars come my way

But the predator is sticking all my homies in the cage

It’s the prey

This for the prey

We are the prey

I am the prey

Been hoping couple dollars come my way

But the predator is sticking all my homies in the cage

It’s the prey

This for the prey

It is the prey

We are the prey


[Verse 1: Bambu]

This is not the last breath of a martyr

This is puttin’ down the mic to get the real party started

See, the artist I’ve become was not a

Was not a talent I caught

I’d rather break into a house and have a limp when I walk

It’s like I knew I didn’t belong here

I joined a gang and lost my cousin and my uncle in the same tear

I was a menace by the tenth grade

I ignored the teachers, dawg, I knew I wouldn’t graduate

Armed robbery was the final straw

Pulled out our house at 3am rockin’ my boxer drawers

They had a target on my momma when she immigrated

Soon as I was out I was training for initiation (Rraaa)

The theme has always been the devil the proverbial

The evil is the men who wanna get you

Hoping dollars on the way, while Rocky hold me down

And my son don’t ask for money he just want me around

But I’ve been


[Hook]

Hoping couple dollars come my way

I’ve been here since he beginning

Grew my roots in L.A

I am the Prey

I am the Prey

I am the Prey

I am the Prey

I’m hoping couple dollars come my way

While the predator is pushing all my homies in the grave

I’m the Prey

You are the prey

We are the prey

I am the Prey


[Verse 2: Bambu]

Yo, Smoking on this tree from Petaluma

So much bud inside my lungs

I’m getting used to being full of bad smog

Good smoke, being higher than a satellite

Tapping on your phone and keep them drones above your dome tonight

My son sit on my shoulders at the rally

Tryna break down why Tamir Rice ain't gon’ never see his family

Tryna break it down to simple shit the children can get

But they ain’t stupid, they see daddy getting sweat in his grip

My baby momma stressing off the cash flow

Maybe I should get back to the robberies and grabbing dough

Running out the window with the goal to feed the house

Cus a felon still a felon on the day he get out

And a entry level job require college degrees

Well I am fucked all around I hold a GED

Destined for EBT, a bunch of overdraft fees

You get deported, or incarcerated no in-between

We’ve been


[Hook]

Hoping couple dollars come my way

But the predator is sticking all my homies in the grave

It’s the prey

It’s the prey

We are the prey

This is the prey

Hoping couple dollars come my way

But the predator is sticking all my homies in the grave

This the prey

This for the prey

We are the prey

I am the prey


[Bridge]

Oh yeah I, listen back to all my work over the beats

All my songs in ’03 still work in 2016

I’m just a playback of playback I play back in the day

The Native Guns up on a roof in Echo Park in

L.A

Me and Phatty on a plane a whole country away

Me and C In Manila tryna pick up some game

Me and Geo, Me and Npha as The Bar in A

In a van fallin’ asleep, wake up in brand new state

Prey for the devil we’ve become, our purpose in life

So kill the predator, its better than you rollin’ that dice

Gun controllin’, “what you holdin’? “Put your hands in the sky”

And what the kids need to survive, the devil labeled a crime

Ayy yo my son, my parter, my partnas

My momma

My sisters, my comrades, my brother

My father

The homies, the workers, the gangstas

The killers

The gooks, the chinks, the beaners

The niggas

The faggots, the bitches, the targets

The victims

The prey for the devil

The killer of the devil is

My son, my parter, my partnas

My momma

My sisters, my comrades, my brother

My father

The homies, the workers, the gangstas

The killers

The gooks, the chinks, the beaners

The niggas

The faggots, the bitches, the targets

The victims

They prey for the devil

The killer of the devil

Watch out