Intro:
Yeah, Philly's Finest
Sp.Papi, Yung Rye
Ok
Yeah
Yup
Verse 1:
I be balling on front street, got hot streaks
My my player look so mean, took ya girl in one tweet
Like candy I am so sweet, can't pop me, can't rock me, can't sock me
I'm tougher then the game of hockey, throw harder punches then rocky
Sp.papi, boy no one can stop me
I been on top no one can drop me
Ya chick gave me sloppy toppy, yeah young kid savage
k** you with my hands, don't need automatic
You calling for back up, but all you hear is static
Curiosity k**ed the cat, but who k**ed wacky rabbit, It's so tragic
That the world would bury, a modern day fantastic
Story telling, new spike lee, we more raw the the old ice-t
They tried to pop me, can't put a cap on my imagination
Please just let a brother speak, I'm preaching to the ma**es I'm the main attraction, we young and kids and we rappin
Chew you up and spit you out, like you Laffy Taffy
The sound of the crowd awards, me
My bars are like treats you, eat to much and you'll hardly get to breathe
Bridge:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And it goes on and on and on and
Yeah
Philly's Finest
We comin' on top
Yung Rye, Get it!
Verse 2:
Ugh, ugh
Reminiscing on my past, thinkin of my future
After im done spittin', you gonna really need a suture
To heal these wounds, yeah my bars is deep
Like yachty when he said she gonna feel it in her feet
Tryna make it out the hood with these bars seems impossible, cause every n***a out here thinkin that he got a few
Now note that this is not a diss track, this is me tryna make it out my natural habitat
Ugh
But don't worry Imma rep it all day, West Philly born and raised
What you gonna say
Aye, aye, aye
Ya gon say
Aye, aye, aye, yeah
Imma be real, I never want to feel like the new deal
Wen I first came out as a rapper, I wanted to be trill
I wanted everybody to feel as tho I was a thrill
Yeah, ugh, yeah, ugh
I said
What if dreams design my logic would I ever cop it, would my logic hold me back so I could never stop it
Yeah, that's Rye y'all
Outro:
Philly's Finest
We Out!