Troublesome 59 lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, it's Philthy, n*gga
Funk or Die
f*ck wrong with these lil’ dirty ass boys?
Like I ain't big dog, big 59
Look

[Verse]
They always had the baddest b*tches up at Skyline
Them Case n*ggas just ran you out of Highline
You know I know Carl, n*gga, stop lyin'
Before the footage pop up and end up online, look
It ain’t sh*t for me to get a n*gga packed out
These n*ggas smokin' what they sellin' at the crackhouse
E's sh*tbag stinkin' up the traphouse
Don't bet your money on that flunky, bet he crap out, look
Lil' man complex but he a big mark
Boonta just beat his ass at the Vick Park
You ain't never shot sh*t, you just sh*t start
His career dead, he need me for a kickstart, look
I been runnin’ point up and down the court
n*ggas had Hus Mozzy runnin’ back in court
I got time today, b*tch, let's go back and forth
Shootin’ videos in Fresno and not on Fourth
n*ggas ran you out of Inglewood, don't forget
But you ain't jump in that field, you jumped on the 'net
Damian Lillard with the three, n*gga, nothin’ but net
And any n*gga play with me, I bet he gon' regret
Felix Mitchell ran O-Park in '83
Until the neighbor snitched on him and the SMV
n*gga you ain't in these streets, you just Sesame
Sleepin' on your granny couch until you 23
That Rollie on your b*tch arm, where that came from?
A hundred bodies in every song, I ain't seen one gun
Been around you 5 years and you ain't dropped nothin'
Who the last n*gga you smoked? n*gga, stop frontin'
Free Yatta but you ain't shoot your part in Oakdale
Always talkin' 'bout them trenches but don't go there
I'm from Seminary, b*tch, it ain't no ho there
Ayy, ask the last pus*y n*gga tried to go there, look
SI's in them chains, them ain't VV's
VS1's F-colored when you see these
Them n*ggas only good for passing out CD's
Before Phillip, you was a Noc, stealin' TV's, look
Was you at Coachella passin' out herpes
You wasn't on the yard bustin' down burpees
I'm back on the Tech, mix it with the Slurpee
I know my kidneys failin' and it probably hurt me
Snubbz made up "bladadah," that n*gga need a cut
You don't run that bag in, n*ggas gotta cut
I thought you was from that cloth, I thought you was cut
Big dawg where I'm from, boy, you just a mutt
You said June wasn't from your hood, and Ali either
Free f*ckin' on that ho, but n*gga, why you eat her?
Real n*ggas from O-Park said why you leave 'em?
You ain't heard the saying never bite the hand that feed you
I play by the old rules, shout out that n*gga Ricky
Don't make your friends your enemies, that's when this sh*t get tricky
He fell in love with the ho, he gave the b*tch a hickey
I fell in love with the dough, that b*tch purse was empty
But you ain't bust back when they shot Banna
n*gga froze up and fumbled with the hammer
Playin' with his nose off the Montana
Real n*ggas callin' home, pressin' from the slammer
You was Fab, never Zilla, boy, don't play with Phillip
You was gon' die in Sac' broke before you met a Phillip
And that old ass Benz probably need a fill up
And out the Babyface Twins, we know who not the killer
f*ck all my opponents, rude from East Natomas
If you in the whip when I catch him, b*tch, you just a bonus
I gotta watch what I say, you know them people on us
A lot of rats in your circle, b*tch, we don't condone it
Broke n*ggas in your video make you stand out
I remember you was runnin' around with your hand out
Tiny Tim fell off the stage, he done passed out
He don't be divin' in no beef, them n*ggas ran out
Lil' Nick the realest n*gga from your neighborhood
I'll die about my block like I'm Neighborhood
And the back of the chop made of maplewood
Can't no n*gga squash sh*t until I say it's good
It's Philthy
[Outro]
Come on Tiny Tim, n*gga, this me, n*gga
It's me you talkin' to, n*gga
Not them rap n*ggas you be di*k suckin', n*gga
In every comment, "Brudda brudda, brudda brudda"
See n*gga, I know you, n*gga, all that fake sh*t sound good, n*gga
But we know the real, n*gga
Who wasn't in the field, n*gga?
Who wasn't in the field, n*gga?
b*tch, I had you in the field, n*gga
Wasn't you on Sem', n*gga?
Wasn't I in your hood, n*gga?
Ain't that the field, n*gga?
C'mon Tim, I been around n*ggas 5 years, n*gga
And I ain't seen not nan' 'nother yeeky on your personal, n*gga
Who took what? Took what from you?
Yeah, n*ggas tried to, n*gga
n*ggas tried to, that's what happen when you in the field
When you havin' this sh*t, n*gga
It's a few of those Mob chains floatin' around this b*tch, though, n*gga, yeah
See, see me, I ain't finna be doing all that funny sh*t, n*gga
That sh*t cool or whatever, n*gga
But we know facts is facts, n*gga
You wasn't sh*t before me, n*gga
Who brought you your first chain, n*gga?
Who made you buy a Rollie, n*gga?
Who got shot in the ass, n*gga? Who?
Who, your lil' homie, n*gga?
Now he can't sh*t out his ass?
Lil' silly ass boy
And don't act like they ain't beat that foreign that night at the YG concert, n*gga
I took leg shots, n*gga, you know that
You must've bumped your head when you fell off stage, b*tch
You know it ain't that easy, n*gga
You know I'm big dawg, n*gga
You know how I'm comin', n*gga, on everything
n*gga, I was your Oakland pass, n*gga
You got me f*cked up, n*gga
And shout out Sac', n*gga, this ain't no Oakland Sac' thing, n*gga
'Cause I still f*ck with Sac' n*ggas
This b*tch ass n*gga just talk too much, n*gga
And whatever you wanna do, n*gga, let's do it, n*gga
Don't send nobody, come out retirement, b*tch
Philthy