Street Preacher
I ain't even finna play on this one
Ayy, when it rain it pour fasho
I got experience with this shit I drop the temp and make it snow
Every nigga claim it's smoke he got more followers than dollars
Broke ass nigga
Make that shit make sense
Say relax and kick yo feet up
While I cruise around the city play for play this shit get deeper
Tell yo nigga to go rack for rack
He only up because he scam I got my paper and my name off selling
And I ain't gotta touch another gram
Nowadays I hit the bank withdrawal some shit got damn I'm breaking all my rubber bands
I ain't get this from no other man
The same shit he getting fronted in my palm, I got the ticket in my other hand
Niggas around this bitch like they want beef, I call my blicky CPD
Cause it'll take the toughest nigga off the street
A1 don't need no street cred, shout out my fiends I got the big head
I'm the hottest in the streets that's what my bitch say
Word to my daughter I was catching yings, bid em like a auction
And whoever got the most, tell them come get this shit off me
Winning cause I'm taking all my losses
Now I'm the round table I'm surrounded by some bosses nigga
Ayy, when it rain it pour fasho
I got experience with this shit I drop the temp and make it snow
Every nigga claim it's smoke he got more followers than dollars
Broke ass nigga
Make that shit make sense
Say relax and kick yo feet up
While I cruise around the city play for play this shit get deeper
Tell yo nigga to go rack for rack
He only up because he scam I got my paper and my name off selling
And I ain't gotta touch another gram
Nowadays I hit the bank withdrawal some shit got damn I'm breaking all my rubber bands
I ain't get this from no other man
The same shit he getting fronted in my palm, I got the ticket in my other hand
Niggas around this bitch like they want beef, I call my blicky CPD
Cause it'll take the toughest nigga off the street
A1 don't need no street cred, shout out my fiends I got the big head
I'm the hottest in the streets that's what my bitch say
Word to my daughter I was catching yings, bid em like a auction
And whoever got the most, tell them come get this shit off me
Winning cause I'm taking all my losses
Now I'm the round table I'm surrounded by some bosses nigga
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Writer(s): Jayvonn Barker
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