For Preachers and Pushers ft. BlackRabbit Skinny Lyrics

Bro and them was cooking up dog food

To get the things we used to look to God to

Deep up in the Eight shit is awful

I done seen some things that'll awe you

Bro and them was cooking up. they was cooking up

They was cooking up, the preacher man was looking up

Bro and them was cooking up and they could hook it up

They could hook it up, the preacher man was looking

His family Christian and they raised him on religion

But that tradition didn't put food inside the kitchen

His friends had a business that could help with his affliction

Learned the code to the streets bypassed the encryptions

Don't want to be a victim, he'd rather be a victor

Tatted up with scriptures

Codeine elixirs

Hogwarts, with the forks, with the mixture, he a wizard

Flick his wrist and transfigure

Turn a drought into a blizzard, uh

Late nights, walking with the sinners

Gang signs, all up in the pictures

Ain't fights, sparking with the blickas

And here dying young is an everyday fixture

Everything he get my Uncle give a tenth

To the church before insurance or his rent

And even though he passing judgement on all my friends

My homie and the preacher man in the same Benz

Bro and them was cooking up dog food

To get the things we used to look to God to

Deep up in the Eight shit is awful

I done seen some things that'll awe you

Bro and them was cooking up. they was cooking up

They was cooking up, the preacher man was looking up

Bro and them was cooking up and they could hook it up

They could hook it up, the preacher man was looking

I told they ass, you gotta see this shit don't look away

Bro like Lamelo on the break he dish then look away

And he be on the block until that day turn to another day

Ain't never learn to work the clock but, he can work the case

It's fucked up how they look at us, how they look at us

Bro ain't got no sense he special like a little bus

Said he love the rush

Love to let that nickel bust

He don't like to play the game except for candy crush, yuh, uh

All I know is Imma dawg, yeah

Pray he ball and don't ever fall, yeah

One day fucked up on the cook swear that shit was all bad

Next day cut it with the fent' I watched him make it all back, god damn

Man, that shit had me conflicted

But either way though I can't love him any different

And even though he passing judgement on all my niggas

My homie and the preacher man count the same figures, and

Bro and them was cooking up dog food

To get the things we used to look to God to

Deep up in the Eight shit is awful

I done seen some things that'll awe you

Bro and them was cooking up. they was cooking up

They was cooking up, the preacher man was looking up

Bro and them was cooking up and they could hook it up

They could hook it up, the preacher man was looking