Preach

[Verse 1]

You would take a sip of that green, nah

You'll hit the clean with the cut, yes

Goofy smoke my weed, nah

Your gun come with a beam, yes

Alexander McQueen scarf

Not for the drip, I cover the tats

Might gotta shoot a nigga all in his back

Nigga act like he a big dawg

Everything he say out his mouth straight cap

I call Von, he steer with the MAC

I don't sip drink but I do miss Act'

I know a young nigga that'll work this pack

See him one time and he can't get a pass

None of my shooters gon' put on a mask

They gon' kill whoever they catch

Nigga want gas, I'll put on a tax

Nigga better run when that Hellcat scratch

You can't come around, you don't boot up off x

I can't come down, just give me my meds

Only The Fam', ain't really got friends

I spent two thousand on a pair of pants

I'm real street, nigga, I need romance

I told her come down, she don't suck with no hands

Niggas ain't gang, they really be fans

[Chorus]

They say when I talk, sound like I preach

They say they love when I talk to the streets

If you not real, stop talkin' to me

If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah

'Posed to be my brother, woah

Showed your true colors

Niggas actin' like they for us

But I thought we had each other, woah

[Verse 2]

We used to serve in the alley

I talk to my pops on the tablet

I **** with the T's, they valid

I **** with the stones, they valid

Prices lower than Cali'

The flight's a thousand and somethin'

But Ralo got caught on the private

I hate all the cops with a passion

Fast car, so I don't gotta stash it

Too high, I keep bands near the glasses

***** niggas, they make me the maddest

I done seen niggas snitch on the status

Killers slide in the night like Gladys

From the hood where they flip off a mattress

Where they light crack pipes for mattresses

Where they try to put air in their baggies

Where they'll try lower your standards

Why you tryna get me on camera?

Talkin' bout murders, I vanish

And I want my plug to speak Spanish

And I like my ho to be managed

Where the feds did a sweep, it did damage

Where the feds did a sweep, it did

[Chorus]

They say when I talk, sound like I preach

They say they love when I talk to the streets

If you not real, stop talkin' to me

If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah

'Posed to be my brother, woah

Showed your true colors

Niggas actin' like they for us

But I thought we had each other, woah