PREACHER (with Jerry, Da King)

[Background Track] [High-pitched Female Vocals] The stars are fading into blue, But my heart still beats for you. Every whisper, every touch, Feels like love I've missed so much. [Verse 1] [Jerry, Da King] Walk in the bank like, "Hello" He ain't wanna give it up, he on a stretcher (Phew) I'm takin' everything, I want my cheddar I let it sing on a b*tch, acapella (Woo) Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew Let it sing on a b*tch, no Adele (No Adele) Think you goin' up, I'ma make you fall back down Just like a metal (Hah) 'Member I was down, I was askin' for help And you ain't do nothin' but laughed (Hah) It's crazy 'cause now when I walk in the room I feel all of the hatin' and mad (Haha) And I know it's my fault, I was showin' my wins Instead of keepin' it all in the past (Hah) And I know you a fraud, I heard you was in the pen Talkin' to 12 (Woo, woo, woo) [Chorus] I made a habit of doublin' back N*ggas ain't want no static with me Heard you was in the pen, talkin' to 12 Told me you turned into a preacher I had to leave that b*tch in the past And I ain't trippin', I'm keepin' it G They don't even know the half of it, nah I had to keep it low-key (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah) [Verse 2] [Jerry, Da King] She gon' set it off, Queen Latifah, baby I be in the cut with my cleaver, baby Bite down on me, all teether, baby This ain't blue magic, this ether, baby Get you out the way like your teacher, baby You gon' have to catch me on the bleachers, baby They gon' have to give me like a meter, baby I just got a check for a feature, baby I've been in the field, that's on FIFA, baby I just let it go, made a Peter, baby I was having cash when you was a fetus, baby I been on that sh*t, like the seat up, baby This a Hellcat, this a Demon, baby They done let a goat in the meeting, baby I done took a soul, made her eat it, baby She don't got a soul, she don't need it, baby She don't got a heart, I could tell She was born to raise hell Had to break the scale Then I hit a nail They keep ringing bells If I go to jail I'ma make a bail [Chorus] I made a habit of doublin' back N*ggas ain't want no static with me Heard you was in the pen, talkin' to 12 Told me you turned into a preacher I had to leave that b*tch in the past And I ain't trippin', I'm keepin' it G They don't even know the half of it, nah I had to keep it low-key (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah) [Verse 3] [Vyx] Look— Heard the cunt snitched just to dodge his bid, Pussy runnin' to the feds, blabbin' sh*t we did. Put a Rambo through his ribs, pull it out through his chest, Watch him choke on his own f*ckin' claret, no rest. Turned preacher in the dock? Nah, you’re dead, fam, Bleed his f*ckin' lungs out, leave him slumped in a van. Man were laughin' in my face when I was starvin' in the cold, Now I’m slicin' up their throats for the silver and gold. Graphic with the steel, watch the skin peel back, Drive the shank right through his jaw, leave him cold on the track. F*ckin' rat, leave his brains splattered over the curb, Got the trauma in my head, amplifin' every word. I don't sleep, I just count up the blood-stained Ps, Paranoia got me cheffin' every snake that I see. Left his corpse in the mud where the worms can eat, Keep it low-key, silent, wash the blood off the street. [Chorus] I made a habit of doublin' back N*ggas ain't want no static with me Heard you was in the pen, talkin' to 12 Told me you turned into a preacher I had to leave that b*tch in the past And I ain't trippin', I'm keepin' it G They don't even know the half of it, nah I had to keep it low-key (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)