It's Philthy
sh** be crazy how these n***as smile in your face
Act like they f** with you, but they really don't
It's Philthy
[Hook: SYPH]
Woah, too much, n***a too much, n***a too much
Woah, woah, woah, [?]
These youngins murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke
I don't know who to trust, no
I came up, I came up, ya I came up
Woah, woah, woah why they prayin' on my downfall?
Too much money rollin' in I done lost count
I don't know who to trust, no
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
If Jody [?] was alive b**h
Know that n***a wouldn't f** with ya
Told on a couple Richmond n***as
Now the hood don't f** with you
In the hood selling c**aine
I was never blinded by the fame
Had the sh** before I had a name
I ain't never offered you his chain
You done woke up a sleeping giant
Asked me to keep a secret quiet
You ain't never in the hood though
You be pa**ing through or you sneaking by
Real F.O.D. ENT
We don't g**n no ENT
Seminary and Foothill
Tight in front of [?] tryna move a key
The crazy part I used to f** with you
You came home on some bitter sh**
You called my phone when I was in Atlanta
Out your own mouth you told me that you snitched
You took the stand, n***a youse a hoe
That ain't what Funk Or Die stand for
Thought I was tryna take year from you
So you let the ho acorn know
[Hook: SYPH]
Ooh, too much, n***a too much, n***a too much
Woah, woah, woah, [?]
These youngins murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke
I don't know who to trust, no
I came up, I came up, ya I came up
Woah, woah, woah why they prayin' on my downfall?
Too much money rollin' in I done lost count
I don't know who to trust, no
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
My biggest hater since the first day
I shake something like an earthquake
He was in his feelings when he came home
Then he found out then he f**in' [?]
But no disrespect to her though
Me and her it's all love though
p**y n***a keep run his mouth
I'm gonna fill it up with a slug though
Stop telling n***as you don't f** with me
Tell them n***as why you don't f** with me
[?] stuck with me
Real n***as they f** with me
You forfeited all that gangster sh**
When you took the stand you lesser than a man
In the kitchen bussin' down the grams
Moms mad for f**in' up her pans
Who you think you really f**in' with
My money right, we can go to war
We can't funk why you broke Stacy
In the streets we can hold court
What you gone say?
I'm gettin' extorted, I ain't from the hood, b**h I heard it all
When you came home want me to put you on
But snitch n***as ain't meant to ball
[Hook: SYPH]
Ooh, too much, n***a too much, n***a too much
Woah, woah, woah, [?]
These youngins murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke
I don't know who to trust, no
I came up, I came up, ya I came up
Woah, woah, woah why they prayin' on my downfall?
Too much money rollin' in I done lost count
I don't know who to trust, no