Preach (feat. Jim Jones)

Zone

Genius

No commission

This one's on the house

I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though

Still got **** that be pointin' guns at the po-po (Blood clot)

Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos

That was you in front the building

When she was hoppin' out my four-door (Lil' ****)

But whatcha, like nineteen now?

But you probably still never held like nineteen thou'

In my day, I had to work to bring the white fiends down

Brought your crackheads around just to wipe the V down

Why drink Rose when Jay got Aces?

Free Leek, he was with me the other day up in Ace's

Bunch of pretty watches with the frozen-up faces

We got the lawyers we can call just to close up the cases

Shit, I'm from Harlem where that stuntin' is outrageous

Went up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous

Yeah, we got parents, but the drug dealers raised us

Shit, I prayed to God, but the Lord never saved us

So we stuck what we stuck with, was fuckin' with that

I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached

We take trips to different places with the butler attached

Or play back the Maybach, press a button, relax

Preach!

Oh my, oh my gosh

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh (Preach!)

Oh my, oh my gosh

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh

Supreme Court hearings, brand new McLarens

Suede piped seats, Tiptronic steering

Baby, this is all, that come with no commission

Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the vision

Private jets just to blow the izzle

Pardon me, 'cause I've been accessed of male chauvinism

Gettin' head in the whip and havin' no collisions

Never laughin', 'cause I keep that fully loaded with 'em

Shit, you know I gotta shout the bros in prison

My **** Goon is like the blow magician

Shit, we cook it up and watch it disappear

Shit, now light it up and let it hit the air

How we spit, Ace of Spade all in this bitch's ear

I told her like Pretty Woman like Richard Gere

Uh, pack guns and stay fly, it's a part of us

Four bitches packed up in the Benz, it's like a party bus

All this tough talk, but **** ain't as hard as us

I cooked coke at the kitchen, watch it harden up

Preach!

Oh my, oh my gosh

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh (Preach!)

Oh my, oh my gosh

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh (Preach!)

My, oh my gosh

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, ah!

Jimmy!