Preach - Young Jeezy, Young Dolph, Rick Ross

Zaytoven

Ayeeeee

You know what up

It’s Dolph

Never trust a bitch, never trust a nigga

I don’t fuck with these niggas cause they shady

These bitches they just wanna have my baby

Born in the 80s, crack baby

Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me (the streets)

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

9 years old I seen a nigga get shot, damn

Niggas quick to run their mouth when they get jammed

Pussy ass nigga tell it on his own fam (pussy)

Same nigga that you break your neck for

Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up

Post to be chasin' money but you chasin' bitches

Real bosses don’t talk we just sit back and listen

Stack that paper up then make boss moves

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 what I do and speak, if he don’t work all 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 muthafuckin' bass thumpin, Dolph got the muthafuckin' trap jumpin

Doors to the trap open, Ill sell you something

Hell nahh don’t ask, I ain’t frontin nothing

I fucked yo bitch then told her Ill see you around

Dolph just skipped town with 2 hunnid thou

Dolph just poured a 8 in a 2 liter pop

They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops

Addicted to hustlin' I can’t stop (can't stop)

Won’t stop (won't stop), can’t stop

Never hear me complaining bout what I ain’t got

Cause if I want it I’m a go get it

Free my nigga Yo Diddy

Got Paper Route tatted on yo ho titty

Same nigga you gettin' high with he really yo enemy

Everyday niggas cross they patnas out for benjamins