Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Preach , by - Murda MookRelease date: 02.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Preach |
| Hey look the flow been sick |
| Way before the time K Dot was Kendrick |
| Way before the time Kanye had Big Sean |
| Way before niggas ever heard all of these other niggas, word to Big John |
| I was running round blocks, any rapper thought that he was motherfucking hot |
| Left in a motherfucking box |
| It’s real, shit is documented, check the tapes |
| Man the needle broken, I’m tryna set the record straight |
| I need promotion, thinking that’s my first mistake |
| Cause my fans gon always put food on my plate |
| I promise, being honest we all can’t be Jay-Z |
| But we can still make enough to feed our babies |
| Impeccable flows as mommy tickles my toes |
| I’m in a pickle for sure, should I sell out or be broke |
| Because the preacher can’t still be in the streets |
| When you trying to make money off the beats |
| I used to dream of getting a visit from Robin Leach |
| Instead my auntie called my younger cousin to rob and leach |
| All because he had to dodge police and had to play like a hamster |
| And hide shit inside his cheeks |
| It’s real, I mean real real |
| Talking for real real |
| Where you can die for even asking who got killed real |
| Where nigga’s hearts will give you that December feel |
| And we just out here playing centerfield |
| Preach |
| I’m 'bout to take 'em to church tonight |
| I hope they study this verse tonight |
| Because tomorrow ain’t promised tonight |
| You can’t win if you not defined |
| So we out here, 24 7 on the grind |
| We out here, always got that money on our mind |
| We out here, 24 7 on the grind |
| We out here, always got that money on our mind |
| Preach |
| The flow been ill |
| Way before the judge threw the cuffs on Meek Mill |
| Way before Jay had heard of J. Cole |
| Way before the world ever heard all of these other niggas, word to Cotton Soul |
| I could do this with my eyes closed, I don’t need a Picasso |
| Just throw a nigga four birds and a tie hole |
| I hit the road and I’ll be gon till November |
| Pop back up, betchu I’m on, come and get you some |
| You ain’t got to be ashamed, I throw you one |
| You can put that on the arm, you don’t owe me nothing |
| I know I’m stunting, but that’s just how it is |
| When you a money nigga baby that’s just how you live |
| Kutt crushed his whole summer, said he had to blow it |
| Spent bout four hundred thousand, you ain’t even know it |
| Fuck it, it’s to be sold, not to be told |
| But you got to brag a little bit, you know |
| Got to know y’all ain’t the only ones getting money nigga |
| Y’all respect the shooters, I respect the shooters running with us |
| So come and get us, we accept visits |
| With a cake full of candles for your death wishes |
| Be patient, that’s what they out here kicking |
| But how you tell that to a nigga with no pot to piss in |
| Man they said there’s something waiting for you how you living |
| We just take our chances hoping that we got forgiven |
| I’m 'bout to take 'em to church tonight |
| I hope they study this verse tonight |
| Because tomorrow ain’t promised tonight |
| You can’t win if you not defined |
| So we out here, 24 7 on the grind |
| We out here, always got that money on our mind |
| We out here, 24 7 on the grind |
| We out here, always got that money on our mind |
| Preach |