Triple A - Preach lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey look the flow been sick Way before the time K Dot was Kendrick Way before the time Kanye had Big Sean Way before n***as ever heard all of these other n***as, word to Big John I was running round blocks, any rapper thought that he was motherf**ing hot Left in a motherf**ing box It's real, sh** is documented, check the tapes Man the needle broken, I'm tryna set the record straight I need promotion, thinking that's my first mistake Cause my fans gon always put food on my plate I promise, being honest we all can't be Jay-Z But we can still make enough to feed our babies Impeccable flows as mommy tickles my toes I'm in a pickle for sure, should I sell out or be broke Because the preacher can't still be in the streets When you trying to make money off the beats I used to dream of getting a visit from Robin Leach Instead my auntie called my younger cousin to rob and leach All because he had to dodge police and had to play like a hamster And hide sh** inside his cheeks It's real, I mean real real Talking for real real Where you can die for even asking who got k**ed real Where n***a's hearts will give you that December feel And we just out here playing centerfield Preach [Hook] I'm bout to take em to church tonight I hope they study this verse tonight Because tomorrow ain't promised tonight You can't win if you not defined So we out here, 24 7 on the grind We out here, always got that money on our mind We out here, 24 7 on the grind We out here, always got that money on our mind Preach [Verse 2] The flow been ill Way before the judge threw the cuffs on Meek Mill Way before Jay had heard of J. Cole Way before the world ever heard all of these other n***as, word to Cotton Soul I could do this with my eyes closed, I don't need a Pica**o Just throw a n***a four birds and a tie hole I hit the road and I'll be gon till November Pop back up, betchu I'm on, come and get you some You ain't got to be ashamed, I throw you one You can put that on the arm, you don't owe me nothing I know I'm stunting, but that's just how it is When you a money [?] n***a baby that's just how you live Kutt crushed his whole summer, said he had to blow it Spent bout four hundred thousand, you ain't even know it f** it, it's to be sold, not to be told But you got to brag a little bit, you know Got to know y'all ain't the only ones getting money n***a Y'all respect the shooters, I respect the shooters running with us So come and get us, we accept visits With a cake full of candles for your d**h wishes Be patient, that's what they out here kicking But how you tell that to a n***a with no pot to piss in Man they said there's something waiting for you how you living We just take our chances hoping that we got forgiven [Hook]