PREACHIN' Lyrics

Fuck that hoe

Bitch on my line and I got her on hold

Money talk now, another one sold

Dap all my brothers up all of them cold

Jump inside the ride you know it's four by four

I heard you sold your soul for a Birkin bag

What about your raps, what about your craft

You high off that penicillin now your pen don't slide

You beefing with homies you can't match our size

Lying is cheap

Ignorance is bliss

Envy make you cease to exist whenever I rap like this I preach

Like jeez

HA

Off with the hand that steals

Off with the head that tilts

Off go the gun it kills

Off go the bitch I healed

Ice in the glass pouring whiskey inside

Drinking the pain away swallow my pride

Lies after lies look at me in my eyes

My pupils done dilate when you on sight

Not a drug addict pussy blushing turning pink PINK when I look at it

Back at it when I hit it from the back back she look back at it

Trynna make the most out of my heartbreak but then I think back at it

I can see

Behind all the smoke you is not who you pretend to be

Cappin so fluently

Buying all these streams but you getting nothing out of it

Silence

HA

Rolling with the finest

I got the crown so when you try talking to me refer to me as your highness

Bitch on my line and I got her on hold

Money talk now, another one sold

Dap all my brothers up all of them cold

Jump inside the ride you know it's four by four

I heard you sold your soul for a Birkin bag

What about your raps, what about your craft

You high off that penicillin now your pen don't slide

You beefing with homies you can't match our size

All rise

I'm gon' be alright

At the end of the day I just sit alone in my room and I cry

Releasing my toxins outside

Releasing my shot on time

Nutmeg Olé

The faces I'm chasing are presidents dead

You ready to shoot always aim for the head

No vest needed

Sweetener for all you motherfuckers that are far bitter

I'm a hard hitter

Physically smaller but we both know that from you I'm far bigger

Stone cold killer

Mama raised a winner, raised a saint and a sinner

Take care of your woman

Respect her but we doing dirty deeds whenever I ride with her I'm a bitch stealer

Right time

Right mind

Find light

Fly high

Angels cry

When people lie

Thank God we die

Cause none of us are alive

Bitch on my line and I got her on hold

Money talk now, another one sold

Dap all my brothers up all of them cold

Jump inside the ride you know it's four by four

For a Birkin bag

What about your craft

Your pen don't slide

You can't match our size