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PREACHIN'
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Fuck that hoe
Bitch on my line and I got her on hold
Money talk now, another one sold
Dap all my brothers up all of them cold
Jump inside the ride you know it's four by four
I heard you sold your soul for a Birkin bag
What about your raps, what about your craft
You high off that penicillin now your pen don't slide
You beefing with homies you can't match our size
Lying is cheap
Ignorance is bliss
Envy make you cease to exist whenever I rap like this I preach
Like jeez
HA
Off with the hand that steals
Off with the head that tilts
Off go the gun it kills
Off go the bitch I healed
Ice in the glass pouring whiskey inside
Drinking the pain away swallow my pride
Lies after lies look at me in my eyes
My pupils done dilate when you on sight
Not a drug addict pussy blushing turning pink PINK when I look at it
Back at it when I hit it from the back back she look back at it
Trynna make the most out of my heartbreak but then I think back at it
I can see
Behind all the smoke you is not who you pretend to be
Cappin so fluently
Buying all these streams but you getting nothing out of it
Silence
HA
Rolling with the finest
I got the crown so when you try talking to me refer to me as your highness
Bitch on my line and I got her on hold
Money talk now, another one sold
Dap all my brothers up all of them cold
Jump inside the ride you know it's four by four
I heard you sold your soul for a Birkin bag
What about your raps, what about your craft
You high off that penicillin now your pen don't slide
You beefing with homies you can't match our size
All rise
I'm gon' be alright
At the end of the day I just sit alone in my room and I cry
Releasing my toxins outside
Releasing my shot on time
Nutmeg Olรฉ
The faces I'm chasing are presidents dead
You ready to shoot always aim for the head
No vest needed
Sweetener for all you motherfuckers that are far bitter
I'm a hard hitter
Physically smaller but we both know that from you I'm far bigger
Stone cold killer
Mama raised a winner, raised a saint and a sinner
Take care of your woman
Respect her but we doing dirty deeds whenever I ride with her I'm a bitch stealer
Right time
Right mind
Find light
Fly high
Angels cry
When people lie
Thank God we die
Cause none of us are alive
Bitch on my line and I got her on hold
Money talk now, another one sold
Dap all my brothers up all of them cold
Jump inside the ride you know it's four by four
For a Birkin bag
What about your craft
Your pen don't slide
You can't match our size