Lyrics Preach - MO3

Preach

Preach
Preach
Wooh
Wooh
You can't get no money watching somebody else nigga
Worry about yourself

Fuck the law
They took every friend that I had
And left me stuck with the fake ones
I guess they did get the last laugh
And for that bitch that I loved doe
She did me bad
She gave my pussy away
Suck that shit up went and got them racks
And I put my feelings in that duffle bag
133rd stollen crook on side of that building
Were I hustled at
And I know I made my momma sad
So broke I wore the same clothes
In a different way
But I had enough of that
Now preach
Them hoes wasn't talking to me
Now when they talk it's a fee
Cha-ching
And that car that I drove was on E
And now the Bessel and rolly on freeze
That's on me
(On me)
On me
(On me)
I keep getting wacked in my dreams
By a nigga that grew up with me
I can't sleep
(Lost my sleep)
(Lost my sleep)
I just got down on my knees
(Huh)
Thank the Lord for saving me

But keep yo head up
Young nigga they hope you fall
(Hope you fall)
Stack yo bread up lil nigga
That ain't yo dog
(That ain't yo dog)
Fuck that hoe
Hey let her go
That ain't yo brawd
(That ain't yo hoe)
You gotta show em you hard
When they think you soft
(And that's fa-show)
Better watch your back young nigga lil nigga
Better watch yo back
(Better watch yo back)
Get off yo ass
Go get them packs
Go Chase that sack
(Go Chase them racks)
If you get jammed
Better shut yo mouth
Can't be no rat
(Don't talk like that)
And better keep that gun
Were I come from
It be like that

For every night I laid my head down
(My head down)
Told god watch over my son
Thankful for all that he done
The tables turned
While mines spin around
(Mines spin around)
I was just broke in the slums
Got rich
Came back like I done

Bitch I won
(Bitch I won)
(Foreal)
If I don't do nothing else with my life
I told myself I did ight
I had fun
(I had fun)
(I did)
And this for all of my kids
(What)
When they listen to this
Know we up
(Know we up)
Preach

I told my son that cha gotta be mean
And keep it low key
When you move to the streets
Don't be dumb
(Don't be dumb)
And this for my daughter
Lil girl you a queen
Don't be fuckin for nothing
Just wait on a ring
(Straight up)
(Don't be a fool)
Baby girl
Cause these lil boys be telling lies
They just want what's in ya jeans
(Wake up)
(Wake up)
And just know Daddy yo man
(Yeah)
And I'll be yo best friend
(Straight up)

Keep yo head up
Young nigga they hope you fall
(Hope you fall)
Stack yo bread up lil nigga
That ain't yo dog
(That ain't yo dog)
Fuck that hoe
Hey let her go
That ain't yo brawd
(That ain't yo hoe)
You gotta show em you hard
When they think you soft
(And that's fa-show)
Better watch your back young nigga lil nigga
Better watch yo back
(Better watch yo back)
Get off yo ass
Go get them packs
Go Chase that sack
(Go Chase them racks)
If you get jammed
Better shut yo mouth
Can't be no rat
(Don't talk like that)
And better keep that gun
Were I come from
It be like that