Pastor Shawn
Chorus
Lemme tell you all a little fucking story bout a nigga
Tryna make it from the hood nigga, 6'4
Mama knocking at the door, and he adult
But she don't treat him like he sould nigga
And I don't know what you been told
But this young mans got so much soul
He dreaming of the present, mama said he'd be a reverend
But he said that he's going gold, huh...

Verse 1
Now this is a song straight of the future
While he dreaming asthon Martin, they was shooter
His girl look like rasputsha but she fuckin like a Pro
Always stuck on the computer, that bout all she fuckin know
She like his intuition, his inhibition, won't sit him down
He like his women thick and brown
He always scootin round the town, alway lookin for the crown
So he can move up on the mound
The coppers put him down
But now they give him dap and pound nigga!
And that's just how the story goes
How they treat you for you make it to the pros
They feed you to the crows
The feelin like they leave your ass exposed
Them respiration need to gimmie what i'm owed
Nigga gimmie what im owed
And that's really how I feel
Pushed back before I ever signed a deal
They hit you with the speal
Listen son your never Gona make it
So just tell me all the class that you taking listen to me know
Chorus
Lemme tell you all a little fucking story bout a nigga
Tryna make it from the hood nigga, 6'4
Mama knocking at the door, and he adult
But she don't treat him like he sould nigga
And I don't know what you been told
But this young man had so much soul
He dreaming of the present, mama said he'd be a reverend
But he said that he's going gold, huh...


Verse 2:
Now as I finish up my sentence all my niggas bust a U'ie in they Lemmon, because you Is an exhibit
All the time you moving on your pivot
All they wanting is for you to make a difference
Listen to me now
Everytime you see a nigga on the street
Doesn't mean you have to bring him to his knees
Almost got me two degrees
But I wonder if this shit gone mean something
I ain't stuntin, I ain't take this class for nothing
Mothafucka i....
Backlash up off the rip, I Neva  slip
I'm not a simp, but coppers take me for a chimp
He got them cornrows, and a 4 do
So they take him on a trip, to county
Like they slipped a bounty, how they bust him in his lip
We got the future in our presence
Never thought you'd be a reverend
But they using you for reference
Cause they say that you they preference
They say you can make a difference, is it really up to me?
Just a brother from the D, that find it hard enough to eat nigga
I'm eating poptarts for dinner, born sinner
Ramen and chicken won't take me through the winter
Never thinner, cause a nigga eatin early on the weekend
Fresher then a pastor preaching, giving money to his deacon
Ima motha fuckin profit, you can tell just how I'm walking
Till I'm done or in a coffin, I'm the only fuckin topic
I'm the man, and father yes I truly understand
I fully give my life so you can fully visualize your plan
I'm cold