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The Mechanics Uncle Dye Aye, it's Philty nigga Aha, look, suckers speaking out They be seeking clout A lot of nerd shit I been peeping out I gotta keep it real even though they faking Crabs in the bucket don't want you To make it I lost more money than you ever had You was spoonfed, I never had a dad They rather see me on my back Than on my feet I make sure every nigga round me can eat Thirty thousand I loan a ring from Aviani I really come from nothing Please don't remind me Stuff in the backwood with 3.5 Google my nett worth 3.5 Next to the Lam' truck when The sticker drop Sipping hot take-out This exotic pop Still be kinda mean with my eyes closed Still good in the kitchen Cook up nanos East Oakland legend Pray to the Reverend That her son don't see hell Make it to heaven A lot of 50 pointers in his diamond chain You hold a grill of 50 thousand We are not the same Mike and Mary jeans with the Gucci sweater Christian Louboutins do Tyler better Used to tear down Niemann's, Barney's Saks, 5th Now we at Bal Harbor, The Gallery & 5th Just copped the new glock for a new op Knock a nigga out his Gucci tube socks Just left the Bahamas with a bitch from Houston Everything paid for, that mean it's all inclusive I'm the nigga that your big homie Look up to, the nigga that the niggas In the trap, cook up to I come up under my old man and Jody bro Ain't a hood in Oakland that I can't go Niggas from my hood die from Niggas from my hood The nigga that shot me He was from my hood It don't concern seminary It don't concern me Loyal to the wrong niggas Until they burn me I got the same jeweller that Floyd got That nigga just a undercover toy cop I live up the street from E40 I'm still in the street so I keep a .40 I try to put the Wraith up for Smithy bail You rather see a nigga sitting in a city cell Rest in peace Seagram and free the Gov Until I put that nigga on he ain't have a bus Letting baby Jason get behind the wheel Teach him how to drive before Another nigga will Rest in peace Boosko, cop a buss down You was rocking plain jane I had to buss down It's Philty
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Phillip Beasley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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