Preparation Lyrics

I said

Dear lord

All these weapons formed against me

I fear for

All these people tryna test me

And therefore

I need you mentor

These piss poor

Attempts for my life

Is you kiddin me

I guess not

But they finna be

Pissin draws

Lookin at me

Dwellin in they misery

Scoping out the crowd

As we carry bout this ministry

Foes Questioning

Why they had to be one of Raef's

Sorry enemies

Save me from this anger

lead to reckoning

It's a cold shoulder to the devils constant beckoning

Released the veil

From my eyes

So it's clear to see

The world colder than a frozen sea

Splashed in they soda lean

Scripture tatted on this

Inked up sleeve

See it every moment I'm feelin them tendencies

Keep in touch

So it's Garenteed

When he places his hand apon me

His the truth and light I see

And so I (Preach)

Save me from these streets

Save me from these niggas and they potent jealousy

Brother preach

…

(Preach)

(Preach)

…

Dear savior

Save me from my worst behavior

I'm cuttin bi****s off

Like ya barbers favorite tapor

I'm busy healin now

Give me time I'll fuck ya later

These cold blooded ni***s

Got me slayin gators with this saber

Pen send em higher than an elevator

Inside the Empire State scraper

When I'm touchin this paper

Man I gotta pray for

The ones with me don't

Turn traitor

like how Kane

Did Abel

Gotta watch

My table

No attention to my latest fable

These ni***s rather see it viewing on they paid up cable

Pu****s laid up crossin they cankles

Groupin

Tryna be the holiest of students

Currently this evils recruitin

They out here rootin

For the wrong team stupid

Provin that everyone susceptible to this nightmare

And I dare

Them motherf****rs try it wit me

Y'all gone need firman team

I don't fight fare

Listen Hova

I'm puttin babies in they lil strollers

Lil ni***s playin with me like they got controllers

We finna take em for a ride

This a bumpy coaster

Flashy posers gettin hung

With they diamond chokers

Gunnin for me

Think my face wanted onna poster

Pacman turn you into ghostes

Its game over

So forgive me father

But you chose to turn me to a solder