Preach
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[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Ayy
You know what up, haha
It’s Dolph
Zay, what’s poppin’?
Never trust a bitch, never trust a nigga
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, get the scrilla
Don’t trust these motherfuckin’ niggas
Never trust a bitch, nigga, get scrilla (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1]
I don’t fuck with these niggas ’cause they shady
These bitches, they just wanna have my baby
Born in the ’80s, crack baby (Damn)
Mama, she was in the streets, so guess who raised me? (The streets, nigga)
You motherfuckin’ right
Couldn’t get it from my mama, so I got it off the block
Been workin’ my whole life, but I ain’t never punched a clock (Trappin’)
Nine years old, I seen a nigga get shot, damn
Niggas quick to run they mouth when they get jammed (What?)
Pussy-ass nigga tell it on his own fam (Pussy)
The same nigga that you break your neck for (Yeah)
Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up (Ayy)
‘Posed to be chasin’ money, but you chasin’ bitches (What you doin’?)
Real bosses don’t talk, we just sit back and listen (Uh-huh)
Stack that paper up and then make boss moves (Yeah)
She like to argue, so I sent that bitch to law school

[Chorus]
Keep it real with your dog no matter what (Preach)
Same bitch that claim she love you, she’ll set you up (Preach)
Out here in these streets, it ain’t no such thing as love (Preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach)
Real nigga shit only what I do and speak
If that nigga don’t work, he a fuckin’ leech (Preach)
I ain’t got shit for a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ in this motherfuckin’ world free (Preach)

[Verse 2]
Zay got the motherfuckin’ bass thumpin’ (Zay)
Dolph got the motherfuckin’ trap jumpin’ (It’s Dolph)
Doors to the trap open, I’ll sell you something (What you want?)
Hell nah, don’t ask, I ain’t frontin’ nothing (Hell nah)
I fucked your bitch, then told her, “I’ll see you around” (Haha)
Dolph just skipped town with two hundred thou’
Dolph just poured an eight in a two-liter pop (Pour up)
They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops (Damn)
Addicted to hustlin’, I can’t stop (Can’t stop)
Won’t stop (Won’t stop), can’t stop (Ayy)
Never hear me complainin’ ’bout what I ain’t got (Nah)
‘Cause if I want it, I’ma go get it (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Free my nigga Yo Diddy (Ayy)
Got Paper Route tatted on your ho titty (Empire)
Same nigga you gettin’ high with, he really your enemy (Damn)
Every day, niggas cross they partners out for Benjamins

[Chorus]
Keep it real with your dog no matter what (Preach)
Same bitch that claim she love you, she’ll set you up (Preach)
Out here in these streets, it ain’t no such thing as love (Preach)
The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach)
Real nigga shit only what I do and speak
If that nigga don’t work, he a fuckin’ leech (Preach)
I ain’t got shit for a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ in this motherfuckin’ world free (Preach)

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