Preach
Wow, I really like the beat
I got some shit up on my chest
I think it's time I preach it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach)
I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach)
I've been climbing up them ropes
Now I can't seem to get me down (preach)
And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach)
Ain't too good at this trap shit (dope)
But I can do a backflip (dope)
Land on my feet on the beat, I don't need no practice (woah)
I been at this (woah), got tactics (woah)
See the shit I'm doing right here
That gon' get my ass around the atlas
Everybody talking this and that about the kid
but if you look a little more you ain't gotta find a clue
Moment that you think you got me figured out me,
me figured out I be coming out the blue
White boy with no tattoos, I don't grip dezzy's like Papoose
But I got bangers and that's truth
Maybe this here moment been past due
Skating down the street with my pants low
I could write a hit song to a fucking banjo
Overtop of crickets with the cowbell ringing in the back
Played by a drunk homie named Samuel (wow)
Got one thing right, sip a little juice up on a Monday night
Dreamt about this shit (hey)
Way before I ever knew we one day might (we go)
Now I'm feeling super duper cool
Ain't nobody used to mess with us but now they super do
When they ask me why I do it, I say I do it for you
S'why I got up in the stu' so I could drop you something new
I'm sayin'
Wow, I really like the beat
I got some shit up on my chest
I think it's time I preach it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach)
I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach)
I've been climbing up them ropes
Now I can't seem to get me down (preach)
And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach)
Who the hella hell am I, hey, hmm? (hey)
Pulling out that driveway, hmm? (hey)
Wrote this shit on Thursday, hmm? (hey)
Put 'er out on Friday, hmm? (hey)
Hold it down everywhere we go (we go)
I'm the Lost Boy Rufio (hey yo)
On my fucking Judge Judy flow
I'm calling shots from the booth in the studio
Everybody wanna get a little bit of something
When you got it how we got it when we pull it out the oven
I'm just saying how I feel, I ain't searching for no lovin'
But we get it anyway, fuck, give ya bro a hug and
I'ma probably give it back like twice as hard (right)
New flow coming off twice as odd (right)
Probably 'cause I got like twice the odds
Against me before I even got to write a bar
I'm going off like I said I would
Ahead of my time like ya never ever bet I would
Redefined my par so I kinda found a better good
Even a better great, I even found a better excelente
Rap about my life, I don't rap about theirs
Sleeping on the couch before I got upstairs
Waking up at noon playing video games
Instead of living what I'm doing with my raps right here
Up, up, up and I been down, that futon line was true
I was bumming at my job and got adopted by my crew
I had dreams to tell my story, living, loving what I do
Now when they ask me why I do it I say I do it for you
I'm sayin'
Wow, I really like the beat
I got some shit up on my chest
I think it's time I preach it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach)
I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach)
I've been climbing up them ropes
Now I can't seem to get me down (preach)
And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach)
Ain't nobody got nothing
Everybody got something
Consider this a Son thing
Everybody go ahead and run thing and just preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time we preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time we preach
If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach)
I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach)
I've been climbing up them ropes
Now I can't seem to get me down (preach)
And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach)
I got some shit up on my chest
I think it's time I preach it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach)
I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach)
I've been climbing up them ropes
Now I can't seem to get me down (preach)
And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach)
Ain't too good at this trap shit (dope)
But I can do a backflip (dope)
Land on my feet on the beat, I don't need no practice (woah)
I been at this (woah), got tactics (woah)
See the shit I'm doing right here
That gon' get my ass around the atlas
Everybody talking this and that about the kid
but if you look a little more you ain't gotta find a clue
Moment that you think you got me figured out me,
me figured out I be coming out the blue
White boy with no tattoos, I don't grip dezzy's like Papoose
But I got bangers and that's truth
Maybe this here moment been past due
Skating down the street with my pants low
I could write a hit song to a fucking banjo
Overtop of crickets with the cowbell ringing in the back
Played by a drunk homie named Samuel (wow)
Got one thing right, sip a little juice up on a Monday night
Dreamt about this shit (hey)
Way before I ever knew we one day might (we go)
Now I'm feeling super duper cool
Ain't nobody used to mess with us but now they super do
When they ask me why I do it, I say I do it for you
S'why I got up in the stu' so I could drop you something new
I'm sayin'
Wow, I really like the beat
I got some shit up on my chest
I think it's time I preach it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach)
I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach)
I've been climbing up them ropes
Now I can't seem to get me down (preach)
And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach)
Who the hella hell am I, hey, hmm? (hey)
Pulling out that driveway, hmm? (hey)
Wrote this shit on Thursday, hmm? (hey)
Put 'er out on Friday, hmm? (hey)
Hold it down everywhere we go (we go)
I'm the Lost Boy Rufio (hey yo)
On my fucking Judge Judy flow
I'm calling shots from the booth in the studio
Everybody wanna get a little bit of something
When you got it how we got it when we pull it out the oven
I'm just saying how I feel, I ain't searching for no lovin'
But we get it anyway, fuck, give ya bro a hug and
I'ma probably give it back like twice as hard (right)
New flow coming off twice as odd (right)
Probably 'cause I got like twice the odds
Against me before I even got to write a bar
I'm going off like I said I would
Ahead of my time like ya never ever bet I would
Redefined my par so I kinda found a better good
Even a better great, I even found a better excelente
Rap about my life, I don't rap about theirs
Sleeping on the couch before I got upstairs
Waking up at noon playing video games
Instead of living what I'm doing with my raps right here
Up, up, up and I been down, that futon line was true
I was bumming at my job and got adopted by my crew
I had dreams to tell my story, living, loving what I do
Now when they ask me why I do it I say I do it for you
I'm sayin'
Wow, I really like the beat
I got some shit up on my chest
I think it's time I preach it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach
If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach)
I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach)
I've been climbing up them ropes
Now I can't seem to get me down (preach)
And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach)
Ain't nobody got nothing
Everybody got something
Consider this a Son thing
Everybody go ahead and run thing and just preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time we preach
Yeah, yeah, it's time we preach
If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach)
I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach)
I've been climbing up them ropes
Now I can't seem to get me down (preach)
And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach)
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Bruno Papaleo, Aaron Glenn Hoffman
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