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!