Lyrics

Yeah, Young Preacher
Shit, that ass on supervision
Young Preacher, fuckin' every choir mistress
My brain fucked up, kinda need an intervention
Young Preacher, and, I ain't never been superstitious
Fuck that energy, I fuck whoever I want
'Til I put (uh) inside that (uh) 'ssy, we talkin' too much
Can't no shawty trap a nigga
Be on 'em hard, and Trap beats
Run 'em tracks like an athlete, you will never have my kids but
But, chance over happenstance
I pull out even with rubber in every circumstance, uh
'Cause I'm a real ass nigga
If I ever have a kid, he'll be a real ass nigga
'Cause I'ma raise that nigga, I ain't gon' dip like my daddy, ah
We talkin' now but it was hard in the beginnin'
We was flat broke, one-room apartment in the ghetto
Drove by last year, made a video, that's life goals, uh
Now, I'm on the charts preachin' gospel
Mom in a new crib even my Pops too
I wouldn't change a thing if I could
Maybe all this sufferin' turned me to this man on the moon (I'm moon walkin')
I'm moon walkin' past my competition
Don't recognize no opposition, God put me in a fair position
I say God but, don't believe in religion
I know there's a higher power but they twistin' the teachin'
I just focus on, being good to the next man
That's why I never lie, I'll tell a bitch what she don't wanna hear
Uh, I spit facts, I'm a new jigga
But girls don't really like the truth, it's too bitter
But they drinkin' alcohol without chasing, it's crazy
I don't get how shawties switch from Superman to a baby
Shawty actin' cute but I can tell that she crazy
Cut her off 'cause I see through the see through and the fake shit
This is wise words from a nigga who done fucked all kind of chicks
Famous, big ass, egoistic, all kind of chicks
Titties fallin', titties standin', an ovation
So, listen when I speak and stop being impatient
This was a message from the Young Preacher
(Feel about you)
(My hearts and my soul's desire)
To listen to messages on critical thinkin'
The streets and university owns, press play