Preach and Luis Castro - Never Make It
They told me I'd never make it
No one gave me shit when I was down
To get back up
I had to take it
They told me I'd never make it
That I would drown
Bitch look at me now
That bank account says
I ain't fucking playing
From the start, most of yall thought I was fucking playing
Saying that I'd fall apart, bitch fuck what you thinking
Now I'm drinking Louis 13 from a golden chalice
"Preach you'll neve make it"
Thanks for the challenge
Bust straight out this mf
Knowing that you doubt us
Bank account just turned around
I guess I just disturbed the balance
How dis mf ever make a rag to riches
Sad you bitches had more than I had
Then I came back to get it
Insisted that I just roll over into fucking pity
Miss me wit that shit talk
Cuz none of yall is fucking wit me
This my city and I'll die or go to hell again
Before I ever dwell upon that shit
Bitch you remember when!
They told me I'd never make it
No one gave me shit when I was down
To get back up
I had to take it
They told me I'd never make it
That I would drown
Bitch look at me now
That bank account says
I ain't fucking playing
Bitch I ain't fucking playin wit you so don't play wit me
Keep thinking what you want but best watch what the fuck you say to me
You seen me turn a bastard right around into a king
So it ain't shit for me to turn this bitch into a murder scene
I'm burnin' green
Not just weed money ain't shit to me
Neither is opinions
I ain't letting that shit get to me
So fuck ya thoughts or anyone that wants to disagree
Wit what the fuck i'm doing wit my life and that's a guarantee
cpparently they never gon listen
Like a politician wont nobody miss em til they come up missing
cmmunition in my opposition leave em twitching
But i'll give em recognition, sorry
I forgot to mention
They told me I'd never make it
No one gave me shit when I was down
To get back up
I had to take it
They told me I'd never make it
That I would drown
Bitch look at me now
That bank account says
I ain't fucking playing
You thought that I would drown but now im crowd surfing
Looking down at all you fucking clown fish beneath the surface
Was it worth it, just to count me out when I had nothing
If you ever had a doubt then "FUCK YOU!"
End of discussion
Talk is cheap when you put money where YOUR mouth is
Your 2 cents probably taste like shit
When you spit it out Bitch
My time is money
cnd you can't make theses payments
Leave you shaking on this pavement
If you ever keep me waiting
I ain't got no time to stand in line
Behind you fucking faggots
You bastards in the habit of having the lack of talent
To challenge even a fragment this type of verbal harassment
Pack em into caskets
So fast what they say don't matter bitch
They told me I'd never make it
No one gave me shit when I was down
To get back up
I had to take it
They told me I'd never make it
That I would drown
Bitch look at me now
That bank account says
I ain't fucking playing
Written by:
Luis Castro
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