Dylan Andre - Preacher (feat. Sinatti Pop) Lyrics

Lotta of man
Lotta man pumpin' through the speaker
I got a plan competition underneath my sneaker
Lotta man
Lotta man blowin' up your beeper
I need eyes I need eyes man I need them peepers
Thought I was done but now I'm back to drop that knowledge on ya
Studying the game's the closest thing I got to college for ya
Not a lot of you know me so let me sound it out
Donuts around square lyricist like a roundabout
Potential flowing through my veins tatted on the skin
I keep on knocking on the door until they let me in
He told me love your neighbor so my bass is deeper now
Letters on the door neighbors bitching "Can you keep it down?" No
Made a man out of nothing playing with the Play-Doh
Section 8 stamping food you know it's okay though
Auju gravy, pound of beef, and some mashed potatoes
I serve it hot and cold ingredients for the tornado

Lotta of man
Lotta man pumpin' through the speaker
I got a plan competition underneath my sneaker
Lotta man
Lotta man blowin' up your beeper
I need ears I need ears right now I'm the teacher
I can't lie see my Ma yeah she had some issues
But she kicked em to the curb like she knew Jujitsu
I guess I get it from her because I'm squeaky clean
I got that rhythm and that gift to make your shoulder lean
Mean up in the studio yeah I got a vision
Doing what I wanna yeah that's just how I'm living
I give it all up to God you know it's his decision
I just microwave a meal cause I don't run the kitchen
Not a lot of you see me but now I'm in your face
Spewing venom from my tongue tell me how's it taste
I see a lot of these cats be jocking for a place
It's all in how you see it me I done and won the race
Lotta of man
Lotta man pumpin' through the speaker
I got a plan competition underneath my sneaker
Lotta man
Lotta man blowin' up your beeper
I need hands to the fans baby I'm the preacher
Amen
I'm one of those almost rappers that kinda kinda made it
It's complicated plus the conversation turns to condemnation
With the addition of children and brining hoes in the building
My moms on another planet I'm trying hard Goddamn it
Please try and just understand that my mind's violent and panicked
Cause I'm only a mechanic I'm supposed to fly the Atlantic
Destroy shows when I land and exploit hoes that you can't hit
My voice over's do damage deploy soldiers I manage em
You coming in with it I'm coming to get it and taking it all when I go
Don't want me to win but I'm still gonna win man come on man you already know
The combination of the rhymes I saying rhyme sensation try to lace em
Time to burn it down and build a liver nation
I arm civilians with the riddles I spit
I give it two shits so if you don't like it sit on this dick
Been feeding pussy like it's Kibbles and Bits
Since I was tall enough to ball em up and give em this shit
Now that's a
Lotta of man
Lotta man pumpin' through the speaker
I got a plan competition underneath my sneaker
Lotta man
Lotta man blowin' up your beeper
I need hands to the fans baby I'm the preacher