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[Intro: Philthy Rich]
Hey it's Philthy n*gga
Salute to all the real n*ggas
Haah

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Remember I used to live with my 3rd grade teacher
Nowadays it's 5000 for a feature
Keep the hammer on me like that b*tch legal
Foreign outside, I used to drive a Regal
Caught a dope case and I set it down
Caught a pistol case and I set it down
Interrogation room, I never made a sound
n*ggas from my hood'll find out and lock it down
Old murder, never snitch, never cross your n*gga
My young n*ggas trigger happy, ready to of your n*gga
I watch a n*gga whack somethin' then get back
(?) came home, they did send flat
Semen everywhere, I'm from a (?) with my c*ck
In a thick ass b*tch but she can roll a blunt
These n*ggas cuffin' these hoes, they can't control a sl*t
Especially when a rich n*gga like me rollin' up
5-0 tuned in, these n*ggas name droppin'
All these n*ggas sneak dissin' since my name poppin'
b*tch I was in the hood, cocaine shoppin'
All these Rollies bust down with cocaine diamonds
Your foreign and my foreign ain't got the same options
Forgiattos on that b*tch got me lane hopping
Just left the mall for a pair of red bottoms
You was at the mall, n*gga chain swapping
Where I'm from, n*ggas die young
I was one of them n*ggas outside young
Been on the road too long, ain't been to the hood
I'm like 5 dollars sure, b*tch that money good
Don't wear MCM but I'm your best M-C-M
He three months late on his payments plus he leasin' them
Free Jay Bay, he need money on his books
So I'm taxin' n*ggas for these verses and these hooks
Abusin' all this syrup got me gaining weight
Bullets in my legs'll never fade away
Pour up with my n*ggas, probably fade a A
I'm a seminary n*gga to my f*ckin' grave
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Remember when I used to wake up sell a nickel bag
Moms begging me to stop
Say how she afraid I'ma end up in a box
In the field tote a Glock
See a n*gga outside then we on the ops
Same routine every day till everybody shot
Anyway young n*gga ever since I was 15 been f*ckin' on King
17 knew Straight A
Just to pull up sh*t n*gga's face
Keep a .40 still up on my waist
And f*ck n*gga play with No Limit we go shoot up the place
Your b*tch on my di*k, won't let me f*ck her face
2016, young K, yeah who wanna race?
With a 30k out for the f*ck up on my way to Chase
Smoke an OG flyin' down the E-way pourin' 6s up
Went like 6 months without the drink but I can't give it up
Bloody red and easter pink, fall asleep every time I bring
And I'm leanin' hard, no difference, we got the .40 inside my jeans
I'm addicted to Promethazine
It be getting the best of me

[Outro: G Herbo]
Hey, G Herbo
150 dream team b*tch, you already know who it is man
Shout out to my n*gga Philthy, city to city