Preach

(Hood Richie)

(High Class Street Music)

(Zaytoven)

Ay

You know what up

It's Dolph

Zay, what's poppin'?

Never trust a bitch, never trust a nigga (yeah, yeah)

Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, get the scrilla (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Don't trust these motherfuckin' niggas (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Never trust a bitch, nigga, get scrilla (uh-huh)

I don't fuck with these niggas 'cause they shady

These bitches they just wanna have my baby

Born in the '80's, crack baby (damn)

Mama, she was in the streets, so guess who raised me? (The streets, nigga)

You muthafuckin' right, couldn't get it from my mama

So I got it off the block

Been working my whole life

But I ain't never punched the clock (trap)

Nine years old I seen a nigga get shot, damn (damn)

Niggas quick to run their 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 (yup)

Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up (ayy, ayy, what the fuck?)

'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

Keep it real with your dawg, 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 when I do speak

If that nigga don't work, he a fuckin' leech (preach)

I ain't got shit for a nigga

Ain't nothing in this muthafuckin' world free (preach)

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"

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 (ay)

Never hear me complainin' 'bout what I ain't got (nah)

'Cause if I want it, I'ma go get it, yeah (ay, ay)

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

Keep it real with your dawg, 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 when I do speak

If that nigga don't work, he a fuckin' leech (preach)

I ain't got shit for a nigga

Ain't nothing in this muthafuckin' world free (preach)