Last Real n*ggas Left lyrics

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I'm one of the last real n*ggas left
It ain't too many real n*ggas left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress
I'm one of the last real n*ggas left
It ain't too many real n*ggas left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress

[Verse 1: B-Legit]
[?] pocket full of salad
24 karots on my wrist, no rabbit
So damn savage, if I want it, I can grab it
[?] marajuana habbit
I'm a self-made G, stacking hella bands
Smacking stripper hoes, [?] from the [?]
[?] bagging grams, to rapping in Saran
I'm acting like an ass, no sagging in my pants
I'm back up in the building, I'm the one that built it
All my n*ggas [?], and them killers gon' kill it
n*ggas, we be illin, no penicillin
I pull up in that Porshe, 'bout to open up the ceiling
Get up in my way, hit you with that K
I've been flippin weight, since the very first day
n*ggas ain't grinding like us, no way
I walk up in the booth, commit a murder my way
B-Le
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I'm one of the last real n*ggas left
It ain't too many real n*ggas left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress
I'm one of the last real n*ggas left
It ain't too many real n*ggas left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
500 on my n*gga green dot
He just did a dime, but keep it real, he never getting out
He threw [?] never see a 5 dollar bill
These n*ggas counterfeit, never weighed a whole brick
36 in the [?] you get your mammy done
These n*ggas quick to take the stand and tell who sold the grams
I got a n*gga doing a hundred years
How the f*ck I'm posed to tell this n*gga daughter he doing a hundred years?
For my n*ggas, I cry a hundred tears
I just ride these foreigns on these forgies, elevated passed my peers
My n*ggas feeling [?] pink slips
Eating out of garbage bags, [?] n*gga [?] started [?]
It's Philthy

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I'm one of the last real n*ggas left
It ain't too many real n*ggas left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress
I'm one of the last real n*ggas left
It ain't too many real n*ggas left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
In my city, we don't battle rap
We dismantle packs
And if a n*gga outa line, you better handle that
Built an empire, out of fronting sample packs
I kind of rap, so f*ck it, I'll take a crack at that
I don't talk around n*ggas I don't know
I only trust day 1's, that's just how the game goes
f*ck them other n*ggas, we gon' ball on 'em
Pull up in a new foreign, just to [?] on 'em
I'm a shot caller, my watch water
My block hot, my not got
Nothing but them blue bills, this cash will get you killed
My n*ggas is too real, my big homies, them blue mills
I sit back and studdy
Chill and stack my money
High school drop out, in the crack spot with my Glock out
Said f*ck college, let me go and see just what this block 'bout
Tripple beamin, daydreamin 'bout pulling them drops out
Now I role the coupe window down, and put my watch out

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I'm one of the last real n*ggas left
It ain't too many real n*ggas left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress
I'm one of the last real n*ggas left
It ain't too many real n*ggas left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress