Yeah,
they'd rather bite some clout than a house.
Preach!
Acting super thirsty like we in a drought.
Preach!
Got no patience,
let's stay in line for some sneaks.
Preach!
I'ma call it how I see it, don't mind me.
Yeah,
I'm not a preacher,
man,
I'm just preaching,
man.
Yeah,
I'm not a preacher,
man,
I'm just preaching,
man.
Yeah,
I'm not a preacher,
man,
I'm just preaching,
man.
How they preaching to the choir?
I don't give a damn, ay.
People crazy, man, I swear.
See, they don't wanna be alone.
They hang out with their homies just
to spend their time on the phone.
What's the point?
All these off-riders,
smoke dogs,
troubled by some joints.
I swear,
pre-Khalifa,
man,
they were making that noise.
Man, it's quiet *, I'm tired nowadays.
Every other week a new face.
Why befriend somebody you hate?
Oh, that's right, your two-faced.
This for the populace,
who only view issues from binoculars.
I swear they know what the problem is.
They perplexed that I'm not convinced.
But it's whatever,
they're cruising the city,
tug on the lever,
pump your brakes.
They're trying to throw shade,
but they all pump face.
Like Boumercier was their only one tag.
Yeah, they'd rather buy some clout than a house.
Acting super thirsty like we in a drought.
Got no patience,
let's stay in line for some sneaks.
I'm a caller, how I see it, don't mind me.
Yeah,
I'm not a preacher,
man,
I'm just preaching,
man.
Yeah,
I'm not a preacher,
man,
I'm just preaching,
man.
Yeah,
I'm not a preacher,
man,
I'm just preaching,
man.
How they preaching to the choir?
I don't give a damn, ay.
Yeah, I rise and fall, I make mistakes.
See,
I live with my takeaways,
but I am not concerned with all your actions in your day-to-day.
All for the likes.
Yeah.
On your bike,
Mike,
you don't online,
ain't real life.
But any means necessary,
we'll bring it to you like a secretary.
Vlogging in,
make you legendary,
got me dead as * with a cemetery.
Swear you're hype.
I'm getting clueless of who you all trying to be.
My flow be two-in-one, kind of like Siamese.
Unpopular opinion.
Pet dogs ain't that great, read Sweet Dan.
Nah, skip lines, ID don't need that, yeah.
And if Jesus turned water into wine,
I could turn your girl into mine.
The cloud will fall in line.
Yeah, they'd rather buy some clout than a house.
Acting super thirsty like we in a drought.
Got no patience,
let's stay in line for some sneaks.
I'm a caller, how I see it, don't mind me.
Yeah,
I'm not a preacher man,
I'm just preaching man.
Yeah,
I'm a preacher man,
I'm just preaching man.
Yeah,
I'm not a preacher man,
I'm just preaching man.
Tribes preaching to the choir,
I don't give a damn.
I don't give a damn.
Preaching man.
Preaching man.
Trust preaching to the choir.
I don't give a damn.