Prey 4 Da Sheep Goodie Mob (Ft. Big Boi)

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[Verse 1: Big Gipp]
You write, really? Scribble, scribble, dilly dabble, brother
Clear with the math numbers, gassed off him
No mercy, didn't grow up in the projects though
Do you like a cholo, Southern boy up in the polo
Lennox done turned to Greenbriar, fire in the sky
Wish my folks wouldn't kill
Wish my partner wouldn't deal
Police got eyes in the hills
Looking for my people, just in case they had full fever
Bill Gates wouldn't tag a mutant like a dog
Slaughterhouse is full of hogs
Politics got me dancing like a stripper
You lil' foul mouth bitch playing traffic

[Pre-Chorus: Big Boi]
Dungeon family is the clique
We reach into the goodie bag and we'll let any nigga have it
In no particular order, so what's happening?

[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep
Things ain't always what it seems
What's worse, selling dope or selling dreams?
Let 'em row your boat, they'll leave you upstream
Lost in the Matrix, prey for the sheep
Prey for the sheep