Preach

This a contest so I gotta go off The name is Taalib by the way This how it goes, thinking bout money and flows, paying no time for these hoes Pray for my bros, pray for my Mama to know, some peace in her life cuz I know She had it bad, all of the struggle she knows, all of the struggle she knows It's not her fault, all of the money she owes, all of the money she owes She had it bad, been through a lot, Talking bout hustle and struggle, bitch shutup and go kick some rocks You and your opps, only use the rhythm of the kick drum talking bout throwing shots Ain't go no shooters in ubers you loser, you just be faking that shit just to pop All of the rapping bout trapping and capping, man I'm so sick all this shit needs to stop What happened to pop? Poppy got smoked. Niggas will laugh but this shit ain't a joke All of you rapping bout shit you don't know, nigga please tell me what is the goal? Tryna be hood? You ain't bout gang, neither am I bitch that ain't what I'm saying Why do you fake it? Tryna be cool? These niggas are sentenced from inside the womb They sentenced to lives with no opportunity Sentenced to pain, suffering, scrutiny Who you supposed to be? This shit is new to me Bitch you was blessed with dat food on da table You got two parents, both of them able, Gave you the care and the love you deserved. You could have had it way fucking worse. Inside the hood this shit is unheard … of Tell me the f*ck where you came from. Now you got nothing to say um You just a puppet whose mocking the mode Wrap up your shit bitch its time to go home This is not ending with x's and o's Too many babies with tags on their toes This is not ending with x's and o's Too many babies with F*ck uh All of the murder I'm sick of it uh Don't even know is listening uh All of my demons I'm christening uh All of these niggas I'm killin em uh Every beat is a feast Bitch I let out the beast Niggas hate when I preach Yah nigga preach Preach, preach, preach Yah nigga preach Preach, preach, preach