I used to want to be a drug dealer
Now the hood calls me the preacha man
I used to want to be a drug dealer
Now the hood calls me the preacha man
Preacha man
Hood calls me preacha man
Give me some good news preacha man
Preacha man
Hood calls me preacha man
Give me some good news preacha man
Since I was young
All I wanted was a kilo
Pyraex got me feeling like a Chemist
Stealing bakin soda
And I just watch it bubble up
Or be thankful for forgiveness
Momma taught me that cook up
No punching line
Thats you
Look what you brought me
Thats all white
And I turn that
No lies
Ask the hood boy
It aint no
It aint no wet nights
On the blocks
I wanted the money to use it for the whips
I see the whips
Im on with my hip
And my hood want no lawyers
Got the beat
Got the beat
I was just hustlin on some streets
Money and grands
Yeah we cookin the pot
I come and transform the killer
For real
I used to want to be a drug dealer
Now the hood calls me the preacha man
I used to want to be a drug dealer
Now the hood calls me the preacha man
Preacha man
Hood calls me preacha man
Give me some good news preacha man
Preacha man
Hood calls me preacha man
Give me some good news preacha man
And now youre talkin about grandma
When I say I need them commas
But Lord knows I regret it
I was selling crack to my momma
And the block where you stay
Is the block where you will be
What am I supposed to do?
I dont know what I should do
Everybody on the block
So I had to move
She told me to get a job
I m out of 5
I may not even be alive
You need to chop it now
I used to want to be a drug dealer
Now the hood calls me the preacha man
I used to want to be a drug dealer
Now the hood calls me the preacha man
Preacha man
Hood calls me preacha man
Give me some good news preacha man
Preacha man
Hood calls me preacha man
Give me some good news preacha man
I like the discipline chain
We used to live everywhere
Though we live right here
So be the preacha man
And bring the light I see
I used to want to be a drug dealer