Philly n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]
Uh, Yeah. This sh*t feel good
We might not double, adlib, none of that
Just run straight through this jawn

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Dope boys tellin' me to rap about the trap
Backpackers tellin' me to rap about rap
I beat a 4 to 8, I should rap about that
These beats is my (?) and these hooks is my snacks
I go out of town when the block hot
Tap dancing on the work, playin' hop skotch
Seat leaned to the back, seat when I'm swervin'
All these blue hundreds in my pocket, got me nervous
Trigger finger itchin' like I'm percin'
Trap so far in the county, I lose service
I been the sh*t, you ain't hearin' me
My whole team killin' sh*t, I'm guilty of conspiracy
I'ma die if they give me life
I don't gamble so I win when I touch the dice
Stuntin' on bummy hoes in my gummy soles
Money standing in my pocket, it don't wanna fold
Walked to the lot, spin off in a drop
6 months rent in the bottom of this pot
Uh, I make it lock, whip whip
If you ain't never help me hustle, you don't get sh*t
Wanted to ball but they sat me on them benches
I've seen hope, I'm dope like spoons and syringes
Don't "Joe" me, "bro" me, you don't know me
Hokey Pokey, toaster; keep it closely
I'm gettin' money,still hungry like the old me
Young boy, your old head prolly owe me
Rap corny, I listen to oldies
I be chillin' wit n*ggas' that really sold keys
Yeah, I get it for the low but I'ma tax you
Go head n*gga, put on a show and I'ma clap you
It's Quilly, I hope they feel me n*gga
A philly n*gga that really sound like a philly n*gga
[Verse 2: Spade-O]
Yeah, in a world full of silly n*ggas'
Stand up guy, my names worth a milli n*gga
I had my first brick before you had your first nick
When you was gettin' birthed, I already earthed sh*t
What you workin' wit? Traps that I be's in
I ain't gotta whole lotta rap this evening
MAC start squeezin', n*gga I can make it hot
Clip hangin' from my waist to my ankle socks
I can take a dead strip and I can make it pop
I got 98 numbers, ounces 8 a wap
Uh, it's the ice cream man, you can fraud all you want
But you ain't like me fam
Got the big face rollie and the Ice my band
Rumor has it, that the FEDS wanna indict me; and?
I ain't gon' take no deals, hey, Mr. President
Hope ain't ever paid my bills.'
Nothins' like the smell of coke when you crack that seal
And you know it's that fishcale
Still scrappin' the pot till' my wrist swell
A lotta n*ggas' done it but not many did it this well
Uh, some say I'm a one of one
Listen up, this is G-sh*t 101
You still doubt me? Really n*gga?
How I walk, how I talk
Everything about me is Philly n*gga