[Intro: Young Dolph]
Zaytoven
Ayeeeee
You know what up, haha
It’s Dolph!
Zay, what’s poppin’!
Never trust a b**h, never trust a n***a
f** b**hes, f** b**hes
Get the scrilla
Young hustla, these muthaf**in’ n***as
Never trust a b**h n***a, get the scrilla
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I don’t f** with these n***as ’cause they shady
These b**hes they just wanna have my baby
Born in the 80’s, crack baby
Mama she was in the streets, so guess who raised me (the streets)
You muthaf**in’ 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 the clock
9 years old I seen a n***a get shot, damn
n***as quick to run their mouth when they get jammed
p**y a** n***a telling on his own fam (p**y)
Same n***a that you break your neck for
Be the same n***a that cross you out and wet you up
‘Pose to be chasin’ money, but you chasin’ b**hes
Real bosses don’t talk, we just sit back and listen
Stack that paper up, and then make boss moves
She like to argue so I sent that b**h to law school
[Hook: Young Dolph]
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)
Same b**h 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***a sh**, only what I do and speak, if that n***a don’t work, he a f**in’ leech (Preach)
I ain’t got sh** for a n***a, ain’t nothing in this muthaf**in’ world free (Preach)
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Zay got the muthaf**in’ ba** thumpin, Dolph got the muthaf**in’ trap jumpin
DDoors to the trap open, I’ll sell you something
Hell nah, don’t ask, I ain’t frontin’ nothing
I f**ed yo b**h then told her, “I’ll see you around!”
Dolph just skipped town with 2 hunnit thou’
Dolph just poured an 8 in a two 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 (Ay)
Never hear me complaining ’bout what I ain’t got
Cause if I want it, I’ma go get it
Free my n***a Yo Diddy
Got Paper Route tatted on yo ho titty
Same n***a you gettin’ high with he really yo enemy
Everyday n***as cross they patnas out for Benjamins
[Hook: Young Dolph]
Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)
Same b**h 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***a sh**, only what I do and speak, if that n***a don’t work, he a f**in’ leech (Preach)
I ain’t got sh** for a n***a, ain’t nothing in this muthaf**in’ world free (Preach)