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I'm on the phone with the bag, you know we always keep in touch
'Cause haters kick you when you down, but wanna kick it when you up
I've been hustling since a teen, used to have a couple bucks
Now I'm a million dollar
Hating I blew up
I be OT with packs, really trappin', stayin' focused
They say I switched up, but I'm just caught up in the moment
Never foldin' on the gang, I could never be a rat
Hating when they see me, but they know I keep a strap
Broker for 100K, ask Philthy, he my witness
I pull up with your, park this foreign in the trenches
Hating on Hef, get off your and out your feelings
'Cause I'ma stay down, stay in her face and stay consistent
I cut the off 'cause she couldn't see the vision
No, she was making poor decisions
At the trap house, bussin' dates in kitchens
If you ain't try to pay this pimpin'
, Better keep me out your mentions
Uh-huh, look
Yeah, I've been breaking on this, RIP to Ye
Yeah, I'm from the Simba's, got love on the six
Rather be hard to deal with than easy to play with
Don't play the day shift 'cause last night she ain't make
Seattle, Tacoma and Portland
I ain't serve her ex-folk, she wasn't important
Blood really a fan, he probably recording
That ain't talking 'bout no bands, you know I'm ignoring
Poor management, I can't stand this
White, Black, Asian and a Spanish
Abundance of real pimpin' where you landed, bitch
Kicked that ho out, now she a stranded bitch
It's Philthy
Yeah, it's Philthy
Real rich and respected
Hef, what up?
You know, Seminary to the main line
We been doing this
Man, the best that ever did it and got away with it
Yeah, it's Philthy



Авторы: Philip Beasley, Pooh Hefner



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