CayBenji - Preacher Lyrics

If you cared for me for real, you would've checked up on me
Them same niggas hatin' on me, them same niggas know me
The cemetery is how I got to visit my f*ckin' homie
His mama lost her son and she can't even hold em
Talks with G and G about y'all hoes, y'all embarrassing
Any beat I ever hopped on, shit, I embarrassed it
The love I had for you, I cherished mine, I hope you cherished it
From off the bench, they threw me in the game and shit, I married it
The streets ain't easy, dead or jail unless you beat em
Too late for all them feelings, told that lady, keep em
Anybody that switched up on me, showed me I don't need em
Benji feed the streets, Benji a f*ckin' preacher
We pull up, hop out, vette, the benz, and beamer truck
Five percent ain't seeing us, shit, back then, y'all ain't believe in us
I'm tryna keep the wheel steady on this road, them riches meeting us
Invisible scars, I ain't bleedin' much
I got patience wait my turn, shit, I ain't beepin' much
Tryna touch me a mil, mom on the hills, shit, that's a dream enough
Country after country after country, I ain't seen enough
Beef on aisle six, my broski itchin' to clean the pieces up
God ain't feel me yet, but every song I wake the demons up
We ain't in the same boat, cause once it sink, then I float
Keep my head above water, shit, forgot my rain coat
She want me to give her the whole world, right now, I can't though
They sliding back to back to back for days in all Durango's
We ain't in the same boat, cause once it sink, then I float
Keep my head above water, shit, forgot my rain coat
She want me to give her the whole world, right now, I can't though
They sliding back to back to back for days in all Durango's
She want my heart, I can't give it to her at all
She want my trust,I can't give it to her at all
She want my love, I can't give it to her at all
I can't give it to her at all, I can't give it to her
What Rod Wave say, I'm probably the realest
I'm just a realist, probably the realest
Nah fr
I can't give it to her, I can't give it to her at all
We pull up, hop out, vette, the benz, and beamer truck
Five percent ain't seeing us, shit, back then, y'all ain't believe in us
I'm tryna keep the wheel steady on this road, them riches meeting us
Invisible scars, I ain't bleedin' much
I got patience wait my turn, shit, I ain't beepin' much
Tryna touch me a mil, mom on the hills, shit, that's a dream enough
Country after country after country, I ain't seen enough
Beef on aisle six, my broski itchin' to clean the pieces up
God ain't feel me yet, but every song I wake the demons up
I love you, bro, keep doin' what you doin
You holding this shit down for the niggas in the jails and the niggas that ain't here with us no more bro
We love what you doin, bro, keep goin, bro, you gon' make it