Preach lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Ayy
You know what up, haha
It's Dolph
Zay, what's poppin'?
Never trust a b*tch, never trust a n*gga
f*ck b*tches, f*ck b*tches, get the scrilla
Don't trust these motherf*ckin' n*ggas
Never trust a b*tch, n*gga, get scrilla (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1]
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas 'cause they shady
These b*tches, 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, n*gga)
You motherf*ckin' 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 n*gga get shot, damn (Damn)
n*ggas quick to run they mouth when they get jammed (What?)
pus*y-ass n*gga tell it on his own fam (pus*y)
The same n*gga that you break your neck for (Yeah)
Be the same n*gga that cross you out and wet you up (Ayy)
'Posed to be chasin' money, but you chasin' b*tches (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 b*tch to law school
[Chorus]
Keep it real with your dog no matter what (Preach)
Same b*tch 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 n*gga sh*t only what I do and speak
If that n*gga don't work, he a f*ckin' leech (Preach)
I ain't got sh*t for a n*gga
Ain't nothin' in this motherf*ckin' world free (Preach)

[Verse 2]
Zay got the motherf*ckin' bass thumpin' (Zay)
Dolph got the motherf*ckin' 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 f*cked your b*tch, 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 n*gga Yo Diddy (Ayy)
Got Paper Route tatted on your ho titty (Empire)
Same n*gga you gettin' high with, he really your enemy (Damn)
Every day, n*ggas cross they partners out for Benjamins
[Chorus]
Keep it real with your dog no matter what (Preach)
Same b*tch 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 n*gga sh*t only what I do and speak
If that n*gga don't work, he a f*ckin' leech (Preach)
I ain't got sh*t for a n*gga
Ain't nothin' in this motherf*ckin' world free (Preach)
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