Lyrics:
Roadsart waddup
Let me tell y'all a story, man
Listen man, from here
I'm tired of fishscale wars stayin' in all green
New Balance sneaker,
Daddy was a preacher at a little ol' church in town
So all I ever knew were the pews and lettin' him down
He used to always say "Son, don't forget
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
a cowboy, I grab the bull by the horn
Make it bow down to ma feet, Let it know I’m the baddest
Cuz I’m the worst of all these demons, I’m the best of all
said that's hardly David's Son
Honored the Father with their lips
But with their heart betrayed the Son
Ain't it shame though we walking
By our sight
I was always taught to get it
All I know is how to get
Where was you
Where was you
Where was you
Where was you
I flipped that pack by my lonely
be a painter man
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we
trooper
Son of a preacher- in school a student teacher
But I'd rather read or hit the theater for a double feature
Bored night creature well I used to trade
matter-fact we suggest it
You won't be let down by the King, Mr. Majestic
The Son of God one of a wide selection
But who else has a check in the column for
fi watch what yuh say to mi daughta
'cause in the long run, she could be your doctor
How yu no fi mention dat to mi son, Don
A me no want me little
and Benz's
Lyin' pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' the a face with a vengeance
Havin' blocks on in the livest parts known
By mankind with crime is how
Lemme tell you a little story about a man named Johnny Tarr
He was a hard drinking son of a preacher, always at the bar
Lager from the tap or shots
and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold world that's why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he tryna reach us
I'mma need to go back, I gots to get 'em
Back
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient
a little early one night
And there she was kissin on another man
Now I know what mama meant when she took me by the hand
She said, take time to know her
the preachers, I'm the high priestess
Everywhere I go I get, "Hi, nice to meet you"
Bitches know I beast this, I'm the fashionista
And they know I stay around
And with the Lord by my side, it don't matter what the call of life
Cause let me in, cause I was going for the ride
Aint blind, aint gotta sin to believe it
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, check the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy
struggle to get by
Shoot nuns, nothing said
I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five
You a pussy
I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives
I keep the ratchet
Check!
Got the Tongue of a Pimp
Raised by a dirty preacher
That used the church money to cop a new Beamer
Got the heart of a child raised by
Hhhhhmmm
Yeah
Its Natic
Man in the mirror
Man in the mirror ahhh
Am talking to the man in the mirror
Man in the mirror, man in the mirror
Tell me
of tears
Every man and woman, every old and young
Every fathers daughter, every mothers son
I feel it in my spirit, feel it in my bones
You're going
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
only handling business
Preacher's kid with 'stigmatism blindsided by a vision
They supposed to be the worst ones
My mom birthed three sons
The last one
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