Seanbennett618 - Preaching To The Choir (feat. TwoCeez)

I come in the name of Jesus by the power of the Holy Spirit
The devil is a motherfucking liar
So you know I ain't worried
You hear me

Yeah, look
Ain't no love in the streets
My people dying over beef
Ain't no justice nor no peace

We at war with the police
The system was designed for us to fail to say the least
They put a target on your back that very moment you release
Stay prayed up

They never come around
When you down, you better wake up
It's time you claim your moment
Ain't no sleuzing, I can't lay up

Talk is cheap and ain't got time to listen
Better pay up
My name itself is heavy in these streets
Get your weight up

And when my time comes, say a prayer, light a blunt
I'm thankful I accomplished everything that I want
I made my mother proud
Made my granny smile

Rita came a long way from them hand-me-downs
I'm still that same young nigga from that town
The ones I started with, the same niggas that's around
I've been the realest nigga since my ultrasound

They love the way I spit it
Every flow is profound
But you don't hit me though
Nah

You don't hit me though
Yeah, yeah
Feel like I'm preaching to the choir
I'm here to lift us higher

The streets ain't got no guidance
I'm just thankful to inspire
But you don't hit me though
Yeah

Yeah
But you don't hit me though
Nah
Nah

Feel like I'm preaching to the choir
I'm here to lift us higher
The streets ain't got no guidance
I'm just thankful to inspire

But you don't hit me though
I ain't preaching, only teaching
Cross a nigga ass out like A.I
See em reaching

I can be the plug like your faucet if your pockets leaking
Or the snide of how you leaking while your family pastor preaching you Jews
How you got love for niggas winning watching you lose
Frankie Lyman ain't the only one that fell in love with fools

They don't hear me
These niggas moving on feelings
I see us be moving
Golly gum bottom sliding on ceilings

Cause I don't follow what the next man do
My name be all up in they mouth
I can taste what they chew
Something like a grain of rice

You know that bag I'm in it
They ain't shine
They name ain't Bennett
Dog, they ain't in it

I got real estate in they mind
I'm a loyal tenant
Before I put a grill in my mouth, I put foil in it
I'm from the trenches

Cuffs came with my fittest
I told them I was gonna win
They felt I was too broke to listen
Nah, you don't hit me though

Yeah, yeah
Feel like I'm preaching to the choir
I'm here to lift the tire
The streets ain't got no guidance

I'm just thankful to inspire
But you don't hit me though
Yeah, yeah
But you don't hit me though

Nah, nah
Feel like I'm preaching to the choir
I'm here to lift the tire
The streets ain't got no guidance

I'm just thankful to inspire
But you don't hit me though
Nah, you don't hit me though
Yeah, yeah

Feellike I'm preaching to the choir
I'm here to lift the tire
The streets ain't got no guidance
I'm just thankful to inspire

But you don't hit me though

Written by:
Sean Bennett

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