Lyrics My Story - Philthy Rich

Its philthy nigga!
Yall dont know my story!
Look i was kicked up out the house in the third grade, i was eleven years old when i caught my first case, around the same time when i first met my pops nigga i was already introduced to the block.
Oakland nigga bitch aint ever been from nowhere else, them other niggas stuck up in the hood or on the shelf!
Mad that i elevated so them niggas hated, im getting money now so they say im under rated.
They dont know a nigga story and where i came from, you steady hollerin out that hood that you aint from, name one nigga in the bay who didnt like me, three thousand dollars on these reds nigga these aint nikes, everything paid for aint nothing rented!
If it was that easy to rent then why you aint in it!
The baddest bitches aint fucking on no broke niggas yall too infatuated with fucking with your nose nigga, its philthy!
Im just saying though nigga!
Niggas dont know my story!
Yall aint seen my struggle!
Im fresh up out the trap nigga!
Please dont get it twisted with this rap shit though!
Its philthy niggas, look!
I say now kill zone, tfl, fod! check my resume little nigga ive been movin d! im probably one of the only rap niggas who really seen a key, and i aint talkin bout for your car when i mean a key! callin evey bitch in my phone i dont know where to go, now every bitch callin me to see the condo!
Long nights on the block just me and my hammer!
Long nights locked up just me in the slammer!
Niggas aint real naw niggas aint feel me jim talkin mills when he talkin about my deal, all my life been let down by alot of broken promises.
No high school diploma but i got alot of common sense, the streets taught me everything now everythings foreign!
Players dont keep score bitch we keep scorin!
Didnt know how drive a stick until i copped an aston so that means i learnt and the clutch still aint burnt and its philthy nigga!... nigga i still aint lied in one verse nigga!... i keep it all the way one hundred!... check my resume nigga!... a one since day one!... yu niggas fufu thats fugazy!...
Its philthy nigga!. look say now bitch im from the east, glass house, caprice, looked up to the og's, praying one day that would be me! first you say im broke and then im buyin verses; not one real line in all four of them niggas verses!
No kendrick lamar, hollow tips through your car!
Its a mack in my backpack you shoot at me i shoot back!
Thats how we was raised on the highway for days; brick stuffed in my component clips stuffed for my opponent!
Bitch im from the trap dont get it twisted with this rap shit because im fly now dont got shit to do with my past tense.
The niggas i fuck with ballin they can loan you a kick and for the right price nigga ill loan you my bitch!
Twenty bands at the wins so they comp in the tower!
Bad brazilian bitch got her stepping out the shower; she dont speak no english knock that have body english ima break that hoe for everything before i give her penis!
Its philthy nigga!...
I keep this shit real nigga!...
Thats somethin you niggas find hard to do!...
This shit easy to me though!...
Stop worrying about what i got going on!...
Stop worrying about what philthy doing nigga!.
Im getting money nigga!
Thats what its about right!
Get rich or die trying right!
Well nigga ima die trying; but before i die ima get rich though!...
Niggas dont understand this shit man!...
Im him nigga!.
Im him nigga!.
Its philthy