Lyrics:
So many Niggaz wit eagles around me
You'd think a Nigga from Philly
Bitch always ask why it's killers around me
I told her bitch mindyabinezz
Baby my
where I come from
Hungry little kids where I come from, judge not me where I come from
See we losing this world we love and it looks like the sin that
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
desires
Never been to Philly but I'm only getting flyer
Never on the loud, but the volume's getting higher
When they're lookin' up to me, they be staring
drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
where I come from
Hungry little kids where I come from, judge not me where I come from
See we losing this world we love and it looks like the sin that
a bearded man on his squad
So much power from oil money
That poor folks can't sit by him
No problem Osama
Bin Laden been hiding
So long that them pictures all
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
lit, but me and Dave East wasn't feelin' it
P from QC gettin' sued by his BM
The cokehead to have five abortions worth 15 Ms
Talkin' 'bout Lira
nothin' unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They
with Britney
I was skipping class to spit, rolling nick bags in Philly's
But those were different days, when kids would raise themselves
And Fuck
and bust, there's been an exodus
From Philly, get down like Gillie
Now I'm steppin up
XXL, hope ya hit a fucking freshman up
Next in a long line, ellipses, et
pack a Llama
Separate the lions from llamas and alpacas
If I pow pow at ya ali bumaye
Zoom by clappin' ya
Wound guys, the room guys, Mumbai massacre
hastily teach lessons be the man a kid needs to look up to so my G you get him Maccies KFC and Greggs Pastries made from not love but Machinery. too late
woah bro I told you no you don't recognise the godly presence.
Gotty-no-shoddy-sawn-off-shotty-from-some sketchy-Sketty connect you got from New York
gal's throat
Yah, and since we talking about throats
White folks, what do you know about ropes?
Yah, what you know about trees
And men swinging from
and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground player or
Some kids'll come stomp in your sandbox
Swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
And y'all don't know how that feel
Having ya homies get killed
Not taking the pills
And sitting in the holding cell thinking if god real
From the George
like a yeti
Yeah we just having fun with this one
Couple of kids just young a bit dumb
Find another rapper that come where we from
Chasing some more
he can live through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer
It's Black Ink back gettin cake by the layer
By the stack, comin
Philly, nigga
From the balcony I see the fountain blue
Over the bridge is muddy waters, 'til your dreams come true (know where I'm from)
But I can have
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