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Ghetto Preacher Video (MV)




Performed By: Leek
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Tyleek Jones




Leek - Ghetto Preacher Lyrics
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Yurr, Leek here
Its a thin line though, or a blurred one I should say
See, I done made a great escape, I cracked the code and played it safe
Prayin' over food with my dudes, they got me sayin' grace
Japanese Wagyu A5, this amazing steak
New car off the lot, the only time we doin' paper plates
Pulled up to the light, it's alright, we gon' make em race
Bet the bank on JP Morgan, that we can make em chase
I'm out the world like astronauts, boy I'm just makin' space
Your watch versus my watch, we can go face to face
And you probably can't hang
So why would you swerve in my damn lane
We done turned sugar water into champagne
So abort this mission before we give your camp pain
And ya main man he'll change for a top dollar
Oh, that's your dog, I could hardly tell he's a rottweiler
Ironically, my shortcomings got me a lot farther
Do not bother, cause Leek a Sports analyst
In other words, I'm a shot caller, Game
You sabotaged your own success, what that gotta do with me?
Cause on my end, it's gon' take a lot to ruin me
You thinkin' bout committing a drill, cause some chicks screwin' me
Don't let ya need for speed be the reason you in hot pursuit of me
Treatin' this like a game, that's something you should not do with me
I let my balls hang, you can see, it's not new to me
It's nothing to gain but pain
But a lot to lose for me, to beef will leak
They gon' wait for the opportunity, but I'm not gon' give em the chance
Its God's plan, I'm Tarzan, another kid from the branch
With them niggas goin' postal from delivering stamps
And the devil's a lie, so I don't care if she try
Just to save me the last one, I still won't give it a dance
I got a youngin' that said, give him a glance
He'll take your life for a slice
And I ain't talkin' bout a piece of pizza
Slidin' in that Wrangler, no doors, son is a jeepers creeper
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Yurr, Leek here
Its a thin line though, or a blurred one I should say
See, I done made a great escape, I cracked the code and played it safe
Prayin' over food with my dudes, they got me sayin' grace
Japanese Wagyu A5, this amazing steak
New car off the lot, the only time we doin' paper plates
Pulled up to the light, it's alright, we gon' make em race
Bet the bank on JP Morgan, that we can make em chase
I'm out the world like astronauts, boy I'm just makin' space
Your watch versus my watch, we can go face to face
And you probably can't hang
So why would you swerve in my damn lane
We done turned sugar water into champagne
So abort this mission before we give your camp pain
And ya main man he'll change for a top dollar
Oh, that's your dog, I could hardly tell he's a rottweiler
Ironically, my shortcomings got me a lot farther
Do not bother, cause Leek a Sports analyst
In other words, I'm a shot caller, Game
You sabotaged your own success, what that gotta do with me?
Cause on my end, it's gon' take a lot to ruin me
You thinkin' bout committing a drill, cause some chicks screwin' me
Don't let ya need for speed be the reason you in hot pursuit of me
Treatin' this like a game, that's something you should not do with me
I let my balls hang, you can see, it's not new to me
It's nothing to gain but pain
But a lot to lose for me, to beef will leak
They gon' wait for the opportunity, but I'm not gon' give em the chance
Its God's plan, I'm Tarzan, another kid from the branch
With them niggas goin' postal from delivering stamps
And the devil's a lie, so I don't care if she try
Just to save me the last one, I still won't give it a dance
I got a youngin' that said, give him a glance
He'll take your life for a slice
And I ain't talkin' bout a piece of pizza
Slidin' in that Wrangler, no doors, son is a jeepers creeper
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Writer: Tyleek Jones
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