Print

(Funk or Die) Yeah Rolls truck cost me four flat A pair of kills on Gelato cost you four racks I was up a couple M's way before rap I turned my losess into wins and I ain't look back King of Oakland, no debating that Selling dope in front the barber shop, I was shaving crack See, I really came from public housing No public defender, lawyer costs a couple hundred thousand Two fifty for this watch, this ain't a grill I watched niggas turn fake I used to think was real I put the city on the map and they ain't thank me still Fresh prince of Seminary, rest in peace to Uncle Phil I left a couple million in my will For lil' Ant and Phil, they know they daddy in the field We gon' take it to the box, fuck your plea deal And I can't sign a record deal for under three mill' Been wearing Gucci five years straight You just started getting money five years late Niggas lying 'bout skits that they never did And he said he want exotic, but I gave him mid These rap niggas cap like they work at Lids I'm an upper-class nigga, rest in peace to Trig A hundred rosé bottles sittin' in the fridge Letras de cancionesBefore you say the 59, make sure you say the Big Bitch got her body done, now she acting saditty Her money real, but went and bought a fake ass and titties G-Wagen, new Urus, Aston, and Bentley Rolls Cullinan, richest nigga coming out of my city It's Philthy From Letras Mania