T-Shawn - Pastor Shawn lyrics

Chorus Lemme tell you all a little f**ing story bout a n***a Tryna make it from the hood n***a, 6'4 Mama knocking at the door, and he adult But she don't treat him like he sould n***a And I don't know what you been told But this young mans got so much soul He dreaming of the present, mama said he'd be a reverend But he said that he's going gold, huh... Verse 1 Now this is a song straight of the future While he dreaming asthon Martin, they was shooter His girl look like rasputsha but she f**in like a Pro Always stuck on the computer, that bout all she f**in know She like his intuition, his inhibition, won't sit him down He like his women thick and brown He always scootin round the town, alway lookin for the crown So he can move up on the mound The coppers put him down But now they give him dap and pound n***a! And that's just how the story goes How they treat you for you make it to the pros They feed you to the crows The feelin like they leave your a** exposed Them respiration need to gimmie what i'm owed n***a gimmie what im owed And that's really how I feel Pushed back before I ever signed a deal They hit you with the speal Listen son your never Gona make it So just tell me all the cla** that you taking listen to me know Chorus Lemme tell you all a little f**ing story bout a n***a Tryna make it from the hood n***a, 6'4 Mama knocking at the door, and he adult But she don't treat him like he sould n***a And I don't know what you been told But this young man had so much soul He dreaming of the present, mama said he'd be a reverend But he said that he's going gold, huh... Verse 2: Now as I finish up my sentence all my n***as bust a U'ie in they Lemmon, because you Is an exhibit All the time you moving on your pivot All they wanting is for you to make a difference Listen to me now Everytime you see a n***a on the street Doesn't mean you have to bring him to his knees Almost got me two degrees But I wonder if this sh** gone mean something I ain't stuntin, I ain't take this cla** for nothing Mothaf**a i.... Backlash up off the rip, I Neva slip I'm not a simp, but coppers take me for a chimp He got them cornrows, and a 4 do So they take him on a trip, to county Like they slipped a bounty, how they bust him in his lip We got the future in our presence Never thought you'd be a reverend But they using you for reference Cause they say that you they preference They say you can make a difference, is it really up to me? Just a brother from the D, that find it hard enough to eat n***a I'm eating poptarts for dinner, born sinner Ramen and chicken won't take me through the winter Never thinner, cause a n***a eatin early on the weekend Fresher then a pastor preaching, giving money to his deacon Ima motha f**in profit, you can tell just how I'm walking Till I'm done or in a coffin, I'm the only f**in topic I'm the man, and father yes I truly understand I fully give my life so you can fully visualize your plan I'm cold