SYPH - Dame Fame lyrics

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