Preacher

If you cared for me for real, you would've checked up on me Them same niggas hatin' on me, them same niggas know me The cemetery is how I got to visit my fuckin' homie His mama lost her son and she can't even hold em Talks with G and G about y'all hoes, y'all embarrassing Any beat I ever hopped on, shit, I embarrassed it The love I had for you, I cherished mine, I hope you cherished it From off the bench, they threw me in the game and shit, I married it The streets ain't easy, dead or jail unless you beat em Too late for all them feelings, told that lady, keep em Anybody that switched up on me, showed me I don't need em Benji feed the streets, Benji a fuckin' preacher We pull up, hop out, vette, the benz, and beamer truck Five percent ain't seeing us, shit, back then, y'all ain't believe in us I'm tryna keep the wheel steady on this road, them riches meeting us Invisible scars, I ain't bleedin' much I got patience wait my turn, shit, I ain't beepin' much Tryna touch me a mil, mom on the hills, shit, that's a dream enough Country after country after country, I ain't seen enough Beef on aisle six, my broski itchin' to clean the pieces up God ain't feel me yet, but every song I wake the demons up We ain't in the same boat, cause once it sink, then I float Keep my head above water, shit, forgot my rain coat She want me to give her the whole world, right now, I can't though They sliding back to back to back for days in all Durango's We ain't in the same boat, cause once it sink, then I float Keep my head above water, shit, forgot my rain coat She want me to give her the whole world, right now, I can't though They sliding back to back to back for days in all Durango's She want my heart, I can't give it to her at all She want my trust,I can't give it to her at all She want my love, I can't give it to her at all I can't give it to her at all, I can't give it to her What Rod Wave say, I'm probably the realest I'm just a realist, probably the realest Nah fr I can't give it to her, I can't give it to her at all We pull up, hop out, vette, the benz, and beamer truck Five percent ain't seeing us, shit, back then, y'all ain't believe in us I'm tryna keep the wheel steady on this road, them riches meeting us Invisible scars, I ain't bleedin' much I got patience wait my turn, shit, I ain't beepin' much Tryna touch me a mil, mom on the hills, shit, that's a dream enough Country after country after country, I ain't seen enough Beef on aisle six, my broski itchin' to clean the pieces up God ain't feel me yet, but every song I wake the demons up I love you, bro, keep doin' what you doin You holding this shit down for the niggas in the jails and the niggas that ain't here with us no more bro We love what you doin, bro, keep goin, bro, you gon' make it