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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Thank y'all for comin' out
God bless
(Zaytoven)
Good night
Street Exec salute
Ayy
My **** Young Dolph
Cross Country Trappin, **** (You know what up, haha)
This that motivational shit (Commission, it's Dolph)
Commission over everything (Zay, what's poppin'?)
(Never trust a bitch, never trust a ****)
I want it for a hundred summers, **** (Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, get the scrilla)
Fuck that, a hundred winters too (Don't trust these motherfuckin' ****)
Can't no **** stop me from gettin' this cash, **** (Never trust a bitch, ****, get scrilla)
I'll see you in the streets (Uh-huh)
[Verse 1]
I don't fuck with these **** 'cause they shady
These bitches, they just wanna have my baby
Born in the '80s, crack baby (It's Holiday season, bitch, damn)
Mama, she was in the streets, so guess who raised me? (The streets, ****)
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 **** get shot, damn (Damn)
**** quick to run they mouth when they get jammed (What?)
Pussy-ass **** tell it on his own fam (Pussy)
The same **** that you break your neck for (Yeah)
Be the same **** 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 **** shit only what I do and speak
If that **** don't work, he a fuckin' leech (Preach)
I ain't got shit for a ****
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 **** Yo Diddy (Ayy)
Got Paper Route tatted on your ho titty (Empire)
Same **** you gettin' high with, he really your enemy (Damn)
Every day, **** 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 **** shit only what I do and speak
If that **** don't work, he a fuckin' leech (Preach)
I ain't got shit for a ****
Ain't nothin' in this motherfuckin' world free (Preach)
[Instrumental]
(The Commission)
(Holiday season)
Written by: Adolph Thornton, Xavier Dotson
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