Lyrics to Preach
Ayy, they tried to bury us, right?
They ain't know we was C's though
Grew up to some crazy shit
Ten milli' on me now, you ain't know that, did you?
And somethin' low-key on your block, you ain't know that, did you?
Had to cut into an opp like, "You ain't on that, is you?"
"You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?"
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
The shit I rap be facts, I ain't just droppin' bars
Bro'nem could see a carseat, they still gon' chop the car
I ain't trippin' if the police get my opps
Them niggas ain't finna survive in prison, my niggas got the yards
Them Detroit niggas want me to keep that same flow
But that ain't what get them millions, I can't, bro
You know a lot of niggas scared to make that change, though
You gotta do it, get money, that's how the game go
Real nigga 'round these weird niggas, I don't fit in
House up on the hills, gotta rock climb to get in
It ain't one nigga I can call and borrow a band
I ain't trippin', though, 'cause the banker let me borrow M's
Yeah, we can do that debit and that credit talk
Tell your mans face to face 'fore I blow his expression off
You know what I used to do to get that cheddar, dawg
I was robbin' stores for that vault, like, "Don't set it off"
Ten milli' on me now, you ain't know that, did you?
And somethin' low-key on your block, you ain't know that, did you?
Had to cut into an opp like, "You ain't on that, is you?"
"You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?"
Blue faces on me, bust down, little thottie
I was pushin' foreigns through the East before Gotti
They came to chop bricks, you don't wanna see karate
Free my niggas ridin' under the five, almighty
Ayy, know I fuck with G's and some Crips too
Boy, your ho a bitch and you a bitch too
Boy don't let them niggas get you slumped
'Cause when you dead, they gon' still live they life and have fun
It's a difference from preachin', speakin' from experience
All the shit I been through, I remember
Niggas say I changed for material
Boy, is you illiterate?
Nigga, you know what the fuck I risked for this?
Nigga, you know what I risked for my wrist?
Rest in peace my opp, nigga, you ain't gon' be missed
Besides get on Instagram and diss, your niggas ain't finna do shit
We gon' coexist until I want them niggas picked
Ten milli' on me now, you ain't know that, did you?
And somethin' low-key on your block, you ain't know that, did you?
Had to cut into an opp like, "You ain't on that, is you?"
"You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?"
I don't regret the shit I did wrong, naw
But I regret the shit I did for the wrong people
MarMar in and out the hole like he ain't tryna come home
Bro, you only got a year left, chill, you at the door, nigga
Got all this money waitin' on you, all these hoes, nigga
When I see niggas, I just see a lot of hoes, nigga
How you gonna go to work with me when you broke, nigga?
Huh? tell these niggas make it make sense
They run the streets night and day, still ain't made shit
Got this .40 in my hand, it ain't on my hip
Niggas say they on my ass, more like on my dick
Nigga, ah
Ten milli' on me now
And somethin' low-key on your block
You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?
Ten milli' on me now
On me now
They ain't know we was C's though
Grew up to some crazy shit
Ten milli' on me now, you ain't know that, did you?
And somethin' low-key on your block, you ain't know that, did you?
Had to cut into an opp like, "You ain't on that, is you?"
"You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?"
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
The shit I rap be facts, I ain't just droppin' bars
Bro'nem could see a carseat, they still gon' chop the car
I ain't trippin' if the police get my opps
Them niggas ain't finna survive in prison, my niggas got the yards
Them Detroit niggas want me to keep that same flow
But that ain't what get them millions, I can't, bro
You know a lot of niggas scared to make that change, though
You gotta do it, get money, that's how the game go
Real nigga 'round these weird niggas, I don't fit in
House up on the hills, gotta rock climb to get in
It ain't one nigga I can call and borrow a band
I ain't trippin', though, 'cause the banker let me borrow M's
Yeah, we can do that debit and that credit talk
Tell your mans face to face 'fore I blow his expression off
You know what I used to do to get that cheddar, dawg
I was robbin' stores for that vault, like, "Don't set it off"
Ten milli' on me now, you ain't know that, did you?
And somethin' low-key on your block, you ain't know that, did you?
Had to cut into an opp like, "You ain't on that, is you?"
"You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?"
Blue faces on me, bust down, little thottie
I was pushin' foreigns through the East before Gotti
They came to chop bricks, you don't wanna see karate
Free my niggas ridin' under the five, almighty
Ayy, know I fuck with G's and some Crips too
Boy, your ho a bitch and you a bitch too
Boy don't let them niggas get you slumped
'Cause when you dead, they gon' still live they life and have fun
It's a difference from preachin', speakin' from experience
All the shit I been through, I remember
Niggas say I changed for material
Boy, is you illiterate?
Nigga, you know what the fuck I risked for this?
Nigga, you know what I risked for my wrist?
Rest in peace my opp, nigga, you ain't gon' be missed
Besides get on Instagram and diss, your niggas ain't finna do shit
We gon' coexist until I want them niggas picked
Ten milli' on me now, you ain't know that, did you?
And somethin' low-key on your block, you ain't know that, did you?
Had to cut into an opp like, "You ain't on that, is you?"
"You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?"
I don't regret the shit I did wrong, naw
But I regret the shit I did for the wrong people
MarMar in and out the hole like he ain't tryna come home
Bro, you only got a year left, chill, you at the door, nigga
Got all this money waitin' on you, all these hoes, nigga
When I see niggas, I just see a lot of hoes, nigga
How you gonna go to work with me when you broke, nigga?
Huh? tell these niggas make it make sense
They run the streets night and day, still ain't made shit
Got this .40 in my hand, it ain't on my hip
Niggas say they on my ass, more like on my dick
Nigga, ah
Ten milli' on me now
And somethin' low-key on your block
You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?
Ten milli' on me now
On me now
