Pops - Preach lyrics

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Pops - Preach lyrics

[Hook] Wow, I really like the beat I got some sh** up on my chest I think it's time I preach it's time I preach Yea, yea, it's time I preach (x2) If I don't got real sh** 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) [Verse 1] Ain't too good at this trap sh** But I can do a backflip Land on my feet on the beat, I don't need no practice I been at this, got tactics See the sh** I'm doing right here, that gon' get my a** 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 f**ing banjo Overtop of crickets with the cowbell ringing in the back played by a drunk homie named Samuel Got one thing right, sip a little juice up on a Monday night Dreamt about this sh** way before I ever knew we one day might 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' [Hook] [Verse 2] Who the hella hell am I, hey, hmm? Pulling out that driveway, hmm? Wrote this sh** on Thursday, hmm? Put 'er out on Friday, hmm? Hold it down everywhere we go I'm the Lost Boy Rufio On my f**ing 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, f**, give ya bro a hug and I'ma probably give it back like twice as hard New flow coming off twice as odd Probably cause I had 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' [Hook] [Bridge] Ain't nobody got nothing Everybody got something Consider this a Son thang Everybody go ahead and run thang and just preach Yea, yea, It's time we preach (x2) [Partial Hook] If I don't got real sh** 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)