Preach Songtext
von MO3

Preach, preach, wooh
You can′t get no money watchin' somebody else′s back
Worry 'bout 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 fuck that bitch that I loved, oh she did me bad
She gave my pussy away, sucked that shit up, went got them racks
And I put my feelings in that duffle bag
130, 30 Stone of cook outside that building where I hustle at
And oh I made my momma sad, I did
So broke I wore the same clothes in a
Different way but I had enough of that
Now preach (count it up, count it up)
Them hoes wasn't talkin′ to me (they wasn′t)
Now when they talk, it's a fee, cha-ching
And that car that I drove was on E
Now the bezel and Rollie on freeze, it′s on me
I keep getting whacked in my dreams
By niggas that grew up with me, I can't sleep
I just got down on my knees
Thank the Lord for saving me

But keep your head up young nigga, they hope you fall
Stack your bread up lil nigga, that ain′t your dawg
Fuck that ho and let her go, that ain't your broad
You gotta show ′em you hard when they think you soft
Better watch your back young nigga, lil nigga better watch your back
Get off your ass, go get that bag, go chase that sack
If you get jammed better shut your mouth, can't be no rat
And better keep that gun, where I come from it be like that


For every night I laid my head down
Told God watch over my son
Thank him for all that he done
The tables turned when mine's spinnin′ ′round
I was just broke in the slums
Got rich, came back like a don, bitch I won
If I don't do nothin′ else with my life
I told myself I did aight, I had fun
And this for all of my kids
When they listen to this, know we up
Preach
I told my son that you gotta be me
And keep it low key when you move through the streets, don't be dumb
And this for my daughter, lil girl you a queen
Don′t be fuckin' for nothin′, just wait on a ring
Baby girl 'cause these lil boys be tellin' lies
They just want what′s in your jeans, wake up
And just know daddy your man
And I′ll be your best friend, straight up

Keep your head up young nigga, they hope you fall
Stack your bread up lil nigga, that ain't your dawg
And fuck that ho and let her go, that ain′t your broad
You gotta show 'em you hard when they think you soft
Better watch your back young nigga, lil nigga better watch your back
Get off your ass, go get that bag, go chase that sack
If you get jammed better shut your mouth, can′t be no rat
Better keep that gun, where I come from it be like that