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griffin - preacher lyrics

verse 1:
started from the top now i’m no longer hot
feeling lost and laid off no mo job
but this is my cue to show you
i can still pot ya two
whether it’s a feud or a duel
i’ll verse you
echoing across the nation, producing the pride
but like a goose, i go from the north to the south side
the store to the house rise
more of the shout i
turn to an outcry
then doubt guys
who spout lies right
aren’t i right
my future so bright
you’ll suffer from a seizure
i’ll be having leisure, like a teacher
in the summer on a vacation on a white beach
fracture your arm you’ll lose a fraction of it’s feature
so you can’t reach ya goals like you was on a waiting list
i know you’re hating this, cuz i took your whole day away
like your staying in the pews and i’m the preacher

chorus:
imma preacher
imma preacher
word of god imma god
so imma teach ya
imma teach ya
imma teach ya
you can say what you wanna say
and i’ll compete and
i’ll compete and
i’ll compete and
beat you in a single verse
with a single word
whether it be
dog car or apple
cat bus or peach
imma preach
imma preach
you guessed it
imma preacher
yeah

verse 2:
you’re two faced like tic toc
plus you’re too late
better check a big clock
i’m the tip top
you’re a bit off
i got flipped off
then i belly flopped
felt my stomach rip off
that’s why i look like jelly when i sprint off
see i’m to running to the trees, feel the breeze
im finally done and free
got my hands on my knees
(-breathe-)
can barely breathe
lungs deflating
everyones waiting for the young to stop faking
and be done hating cuz
you barely need to double take
to see some trouble on the way
but you need to huddle, sit and cuddle, feel the stubble
on their facial, realize it ain’t about the racial
white boy if you correct your pace we’ll
fix you and rip you up
dissect you and we’ll zip you up
better respect it cuz we fixed you up
you ain’t so fly now you better zip it up
sorry if you’re hurt but my hand slipped
you’re so cold, like a cross between the church and an
ice cream sandwich

bridge:
i used to be the king
but then i got thrown out (thrown out x2)
i choose to see my things
but then i’m not home now (home now x2)
i refused to leave the ring
but then i got shown out (shown out x2)
i thought i knew what to bring
guess i don’t know now (know now x2)

verse 3:
gotta find my style, gotta make it real wild
unique and untold of, watch it unfold
wit a smile
am i serious or patient
furious or hating
joking and laughing
i’m hoping to find out the reason that i should be rapping
should i even be rapping
should i be starting all of this with a pen and paper stacking ammunition
make an -rs-nal
i’ll make my own army, i’m my own guild
so i’ll never stop to take a breather, never fill my lungs
never break what i build

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