PREACH Lyrics - MURDA MOOK | eLyrics.net
[adsforwp id="219"] [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 niggas ever heard all of these other niggas, word to Big John I was running round blocks, any rapper thought that he was motherf*cking hot Left in a motherf*cking 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 l...