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Wow, I really like the beat I got some shit up on my chest I think it's time I preach it's time I preach Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach) I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach) I've been climbing up them ropes Now I can't seem to get me down (preach) And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach) Ain't too good at this trap shit (dope) But I can do a backflip (dope) Land on my feet on the beat, I don't need no practice (woah) I been at this (woah), got tactics (woah) See the shit I'm doing right here That gon' get my ass around the atlas Everybody talking this and that about the kid But if you look a little more you ain't gotta find a clue Moment that you think you got me figured out me, Me figured out I be coming out the blue White boy with no tattoos, I don't grip dezzy's like Papoose But I got bangers and that's truth Maybe this here moment been past due Skating down the street with my pants low I could write a hit song to a fucking banjo Overtop of crickets with the cowbell ringing in the back Played by a drunk homie named Samuel (wow) Got one thing right, sip a little juice up on a Monday night Dreamt about this shit (hey) Way before I ever knew we one day might (we go) Now I'm feeling super duper cool Ain't nobody used to mess with us but now they super do When they ask me why I do it, I say I do it for you S'why I got up in the stu' so I could drop you something new I'm sayin' Wow, I really like the beat I got some shit up on my chest I think it's time I preach it's time I preach Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach) I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach) I've been climbing up them ropes Now I can't seem to get me down (preach) And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach) Who the hella hell am I, hey, hmm? (hey) Pulling out that driveway, hmm? (hey) Wrote this shit on Thursday, hmm? (hey) Put 'er out on Friday, hmm? (hey) Hold it down everywhere we go (we go) I'm the Lost Boy Rufio (hey yo) On my fucking Judge Judy flow I'm calling shots from the booth in the studio Everybody wanna get a little bit of something When you got it how we got it when we pull it out the oven I'm just saying how I feel, I ain't searching for no lovin' But we get it anyway, fuck, give ya bro a hug and I'ma probably give it back like twice as hard (right) New flow coming off twice as odd (right) Probably 'cause I got like twice the odds Against me before I even got to write a bar I'm going off like I said I would Ahead of my time like ya never ever bet I would Redefined my par so I kinda found a better good Even a better great, I even found a better excelente Rap about my life, I don't rap about theirs Sleeping on the couch before I got upstairs Waking up at noon playing video games Instead of living what I'm doing with my raps right here Up, up, up and I been down, that futon line was true I was bumming at my job and got adopted by my crew I had dreams to tell my story, living, loving what I do Now when they ask me why I do it I say I do it for you I'm sayin' Wow, I really like the beat I got some shit up on my chest I think it's time I preach it's time I preach Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach Yeah, yeah, it's time I preach If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach) I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach) I've been climbing up them ropes Now I can't seem to get me down (preach) And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach) Ain't nobody got nothing Everybody got something Consider this a Son thing Everybody go ahead and run thing and just preach Yeah, yeah, it's time we preach Yeah, yeah, it's time we preach If I don't got real shit to say, then I don't make a sound (preach) I was number 1 at losing, now it seem we run the town (preach) I've been climbing up them ropes Now I can't seem to get me down (preach) And my homies that I came with be the only ones around (preach)
Writer(s): Andrew Bruno Papaleo, Aaron Glenn Hoffman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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