Preach 2 Lyrics

In a government institute, no, I don't got my pole

Preachin' tryna keep my life together Kaleif you gettin' old

Say that boy smiley funny, funny? boy, I'll bust your dome

Shit, my life choices just put me in a place, now my mind gone

How he a felon before 18? He must've got shit on

On 8th it was really fucked up, got a gun inside my home

Late night walkin' with that chrome

Say that's the street that get it on a nigga better have his pole, police goin' through the neighborhood

Don't get caught with your pole, nigga

Swisher Sweet or a Grabba Leaf

I'm rollin' India to get the pain from up out of me

And them demons up out of me

My mom said I was trippin, I just needed money

Told her I got tired of asking for shit, so I done got my own

Jay said lately I ain't been on my shit, so something must be wrong

I was caught up in a relationship, shawty do me wrong

Like, how the hell you do it?

All these bitches yet you on your own

He just want the money, sick without it, I say you ain't wrong

Money got them hating, start that talking, watch how quick they clone

Money infatuated, get a brick and flip a brick for more

He told me, tell em $25 and up and tell em, you don't go no low

Miss Ruby told me cut the yard, she told me charge em $50 and more

This pistol really scissors, go to cutting it'll cut a rope

Me, myself, and I, plus my family, the shit that'll get you poked

I ain't talk to Junior in bout a minute, but I seen him at the store

Hold up

No I ain't been up at the park, it's been bout seven years

On that side it was on

How we was outside, we was young niggas, now one my niggas gone

I be thinkin' too much, so I smoke

Miss Ruby told me cut the yard, she told me charge em $50 and more

How he a felon before 18? He must've got shit on

On 8th it was really fucked up, got a gun inside my home

Late night walkin' with that chrome

Say that's the street that get it on a nigga better have his pole, police goin' through the neighborhood

Don't get caught with your pole, nigga

Swisher Sweet or a Grabba Leaf

I'm rollin' India to get the pain from up out of me

And them demons up out of me

My mom said I was trippin, I just needed money

Told her I got tired of asking for shit, so I done got my own

Jay said lately I ain't been on my shit, so something must be wrong

I was caught up in a relationship, shawty do me wrong

Like, how the hell you do it?

All these bitches yet you on your own

He just want the money, sick without it, I say you ain't wrong

Money got them hating, start that talking, watch how quick they clone

Money infatuated, get a brick and flip a brick for more

He told me, tell em $25 and up and tell em, you don't go no low