Preach - Hi-Rez, Dizzy Wright

I went from no cloths to everything designer

Went from no hoes to Rihannas and Madonnas

Couple hundred Benz and a duffel Louis bag

I don’t need the extra hand, you can put that on my mama

We ain’t messing with you blings;

preach

We ain’t really playing games;

preach

Nothing change but the change and the chains and the flame and the Range and

the J’s;

preach

I remember passing out show flyers

Everybody just ripped them up

I was really thinking 'bout quitting

Spending hella hours trying to pick 'em up

Looking back, I wasted my time

Going at the boy over hit 'em up

I was just trying to get attention

By dissing dudes with the bigger buzz

Everyone around me telling lies

Have producers stealing my money

Realized it wasn’t down to ride

Put my own team, started acting funny

For a long time the music wasn’t moving

Mom suggested going back to school

I was in too deep to just give up now

I was stressing happy but i played it cool

All my friends went away to college

I was stuck at home so depressed too

No one was going to my shows and my videos were getting less views

All my music started getting darker

Fans said that they miss the old me

For the first time in life I was lost

I felt like even i didn’t know me

Throwing bands on the shawty like to drop it low

She want to leave the club with me, come on vamonos

If she ain’t with it I ain’t tripping, sorry adiós

Hoe run it up, around the corner like Domino’s

I went from no cloths to everything designer

Went from no hoes to Rihannas and Madonnas

Couple hundred Benz and a duffel Louis bag

I don’t need the extra hand, you can put that on my mama

We ain’t messing with you blings;

preach

We ain’t really playing games;

preach

Nothing change but the change and the chains and the flame and the Range and

the J’s;

preach

Closet empty, eyes against me, feeling like nobody get me

This bottle with me, but still these niggas following me, that’s the father in

me

So i walk down the steps, okay what i’m 'bouta do next, go grind no flex

I hope that i was taking notes, while everyone was making jokes

I paid attention close, okay we gon' see who makes the most

Okay go ahead put up the post, nah they don’t gotta be involved

I just work hard for this shit, and they just laughed at the kid

I feel like they gon' learn, maybe not now but my cock out like i’m Dre,

money can’t lock me up like akon in the day time, i be grinding

For them days we copped them cloths in front of the state lines we ain’t have it

So shout out to all my bros and all my day ones

Now this girly smell that gonjo when i pull in

I’m just tryna' get my foot in, have my partner get the footage

Kick that real shit for the real ones, i just took them on a field trip

And we still going, still moving

I went from no cloths to everything designer

Went from no hoes to Rihannas and Madonnas

Couple hundred Benz and a duffel Louis bag

I don’t need the extra hand, you can put that on my mama

We ain’t messing with you blings;

preach

We ain’t really playing games;

preach

Nothing change but the change and the chains and the flame and the Range and

the J’s;

preach

I don’t say this to brag, I don’t say this to boast

Finally making a killing doing something i love so let’s make a toast

Me I’ve been moving in silence and getting shit done y’all be doing the most

I’m sorry to my own family and friends i used to be close with

Paying bills off of this rap shit, without no college degree

I’m doing this shit for my family, all of these kids gon' pay homage to me

I’m going off for my homies who passed and my people who copping a plea

I ain’t going back to my old ways, it’s the only option for me

All these girls just hated on me, never gave me the time of day

All these teachers told me to quit, said that i’d never find a way

Yeah i signed a couple bad record deals, now i’m independent 'till my dying day

Even though i was going through it, i knew that be a brighter day

Throwing bands on the shawty like to drop it low

She want to leave the club with me, come on vamonos

If she ain’t with it I ain’t tripping, sorry adiós

Hoe run it up, around the corner like Domino’s

I went from no cloths to everything designer

Went from no hoes to Rihannas and Madonnas

Couple hundred Benz and a duffel Louis bag

I don’t need the extra hand, you can put that on my mama

We ain’t messing with you blings;

Preach

We ain’t really playing games;

Preach

Nothing change but the change and the chains and the flame and the rain and the

jays;

Preach