Preach - Murda Mook

Hey look the flow been sick

Way before the time K Dot was Kendrick

Way before the time Kanye had Big Sean

Way before niggas ever heard all of these other niggas, word to Big John

I was running round blocks, any rapper thought that he was motherfucking hot

Left in a motherfucking box

It’s real, shit 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 shit inside his cheeks

It’s real, I mean real real

Talking for real real

Where you can die for even asking who got killed real

Where nigga’s hearts will give you that December feel

And we just out here playing centerfield

Preach

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

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 niggas, word to Cotton Soul

I could do this with my eyes closed, I don’t need a Picasso

Just throw a nigga 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 nigga 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

Fuck 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 nigga

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 death wishes

Be patient, that’s what they out here kicking

But how you tell that to a nigga 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

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