Preacher
(Oh yeah Elijah)
(W-w-what they tammat Traiqo?)
If you pillow talking doing hating nigga ion need ya
But you the same nigga in my face asking for a feature
If I'm eating then my team eat them other niggas leaching
Young nigga born to bless the beat that's why I feel just like a preacher
These diamonds on me froze give me frost bite
My da he up the road just sent him a kite
Lil boy I'm chasing paper ian tryna fight
Them young niggas some snakes and they gone strike
Dog fight nigga it's a dog fight
I been in the stu just working I been up like all night
Tryna perfect my craft up on these niggas i got different flows
Nigga I got different hoes
Nigga I got different clothes
Imma keep it simple
If it ain't about my pape then nothing else is on my mental
Moma say "Son go be great and all them hating niggas dismiss em"
Put food up on the plate I wan make sure that we eat dinner
Thank God for another day and just forgive me imma sinner
Lead my team like the point guard but I'm the face yea im the center
Ian gone ball hog pass the rock to bro he shoot the triple
He ain't know what to do where to go told em he got "dribble"
He said "Nawl imma make sure that I split the bag nigga"
Lately I been feeling different cause I got a new demeanor
These niggas thinking MPM a gang they don't know the meaning
Finna run these racks up like some more I might just break the meter
We get this pape just stack it up some more boy by any means
Just look around me and my team
All them niggas having they got racks up in they Purple jeans
When we broke up she had hit up one of the bros thought she was hurting me
In the stu I got like way too many flows that's for certain p
Talk my shit on every time I'm feeling like the preacher man
Stick you up and take your pape huh we the richest clan
I still find a way to sin tryna follow Jesus plan
Brodie clutching on his tool you know we call him "Handy Man"
He serving percs like Candy Man
I put in work to get here like overtime
Like why you playing in my face?
You said you "Love" me I know you lying
Told Tj "We gone blow up with this rap shit it take time"
Took a break from all this rap shit now I'm back up on my grind
(W-w-what they tammat Traiqo?)
If you pillow talking doing hating nigga ion need ya
But you the same nigga in my face asking for a feature
If I'm eating then my team eat them other niggas leaching
Young nigga born to bless the beat that's why I feel just like a preacher
These diamonds on me froze give me frost bite
My da he up the road just sent him a kite
Lil boy I'm chasing paper ian tryna fight
Them young niggas some snakes and they gone strike
Dog fight nigga it's a dog fight
I been in the stu just working I been up like all night
Tryna perfect my craft up on these niggas i got different flows
Nigga I got different hoes
Nigga I got different clothes
Imma keep it simple
If it ain't about my pape then nothing else is on my mental
Moma say "Son go be great and all them hating niggas dismiss em"
Put food up on the plate I wan make sure that we eat dinner
Thank God for another day and just forgive me imma sinner
Lead my team like the point guard but I'm the face yea im the center
Ian gone ball hog pass the rock to bro he shoot the triple
He ain't know what to do where to go told em he got "dribble"
He said "Nawl imma make sure that I split the bag nigga"
Lately I been feeling different cause I got a new demeanor
These niggas thinking MPM a gang they don't know the meaning
Finna run these racks up like some more I might just break the meter
We get this pape just stack it up some more boy by any means
Just look around me and my team
All them niggas having they got racks up in they Purple jeans
When we broke up she had hit up one of the bros thought she was hurting me
In the stu I got like way too many flows that's for certain p
Talk my shit on every time I'm feeling like the preacher man
Stick you up and take your pape huh we the richest clan
I still find a way to sin tryna follow Jesus plan
Brodie clutching on his tool you know we call him "Handy Man"
He serving percs like Candy Man
I put in work to get here like overtime
Like why you playing in my face?
You said you "Love" me I know you lying
Told Tj "We gone blow up with this rap shit it take time"
Took a break from all this rap shit now I'm back up on my grind
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Writer(s): Travorius Turner
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