3 PREACHERS (feat. Ferra Ys & Siz)

In between worst year and best year bruv
Rewind back to 2020
When I played my first song for them
They laughed awkwardly

(Bruh)
(Steady on your grind)
(Steady on your grind)
(Steady on your grind)
(Grind listen to we preachers)
(Steady on your grind)
(Steady,Steady on your grind)
(Listen we the preachers)
(Listen we the preachers)

Give him his toddler,Let him sit up
Slags been doing their business so why will I give up
I'll always be by your side when it comes down
Actually tell me when it gets heat up
Have been holding my trust deep in me
I won't let this world beat real me
Hey my blud man make sure stay safe
Because this Diggas be hell of a disease

Hey, Watch
Morning and night, I'm gettin' real busy
Suddenly you're yelling,I'm pulling E-Stream
I've been talking money lucky 13
When you should focus more on your studies
Business is Business if you go owe me
I go make sure I collect all my money

Stand up(Stand)
My bro wake up (Up)
Stop sleeping this ain't the way up (this ain't the way up)
Picky Eater man should stay tough
Me and my bro been back and forth
Now we on our way up
On our way up

Seven-four I did without gettin' paid, Which I worked for
About to cake up
Came from nothing, Heading to something
Check I'm about to be made of
I'm hungry, I'm coming
I gotta keep working
Return me the money
The coin developing
I gather, I summon
These tables keep turning
Listen or Dim
Believe in a preacher

The envy and jealousy not from the slums
They hating on us, they should go hate on God
If you tell on your bros then you not one of us
You can tell that he fake when he tell on his dawg
I live by the code of the ghetto of course, safe to say I'm no pedo or dealing in drugs

Not of your fellos that came out the ghetto
What's up with the hello? You not one of us
Tell to the law tell em free all my guys in the pen, free lil whoodie, bro jeffro my slime
I went in all drenched in designer, my partner he told me he proud, glad to see that we smiling

And I'm in the kitchen
I'm cookin' wit slime to stay out my feelings, I wish you would ride
If the world tell me lies
I'll look to my siblings cos they be the realest, I'm trusting my fam
No one to tell me to seat up
I just know when you start you don't give up
In the hood they not taking me serious

And riches is life, being present the real talk
I get that guala, ain't trynna make shit up
We pray to the God that the devil don't sees us, or deceive us, pray for these blessings so that we can re up, we can re up(Yeah)

I'm feeling so great yeah
Get that written on a cake
Celebrations to my name
Came from the bottom where niggas detained
Do anything just to kill off the pain
Where I'm from niggas would kill for a chain
Can never change, my niggas the same
Stick with your people don't switch on your geng
Geng geng geng

Me and my bros in the booth like a mixture
You know we bouta give you a seizure
Going too hard I be killing your speakers
Spitting these rhymes man I feel like a preacher
I be schooling these niggas
Matter of fact I'm the truth to these niggas
Definition of a true revelation
I came with a vision that's beyond you niggas

(Bitch)



Credits
Writer(s): Fawaz Ilupeju, Muhammad Adedoja, Sadiq Yusuf
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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