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I couldn't get as drunk as I wanted
But a brother was hungry
No food for thought I need food in my stomach
So I ordered a
Fried Philly cheesesteak

My necklace shimmer
In the nighttime
S-Class we flying right by
Big hundreds all I count
I'm banked out my clothes
Designed by
Balenciaga
Neiman

day and day it
Was her healing
Butterflies in the sky flying so high when she walks by
When she walks by, you can see it in the ways she moves
She don't

this nigga took to recoup (How long he took to recoup)
I can tell I got you shook by the look, it's the proof
They got studios in Dubai, nigga, what's

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

friend by the name of Marlin hide him in meh room he was a runaway Phillip Marcellin was a friend who turned enemy he tried to date meh cousin so meh

niggas, still don’t lie to these bitches, uh
The swagger continues In my finest hour the realest gone rise
And from here on out I might just be the last

every time I take a step
Me and Sidney in the club, smoking out the incense
When I'm dead by 25, I'll be covered up by insects
Always remember the time we

When I walk in the building
What you do
I start building buildings with buildings
Listen listen
Go head
Phyll of the phewture pass my time zone

It's your boy d'wessy
Dj gizzy damzy and blessing
Ah in the building richeasy 
I see you 
It's about to go down
Anh it's your boy d'wessy

need no Uncle Ben
I cannot believe they'd come against me, the views boutta live in cement
And I took a route prevailed, came out I'm living my life

I was talking to death about Phillip
He only sees the family at funerals now
Says he knows that Phil will be coming
In that long black car driving up

as an attendant
But you might as well call me grubby motherfucker
I’d prefer if you called me by my rap name… Phillip Diesel
Premium flow out my nozzle
I was raised

the Phillip
More that I step I am aware of all of the niggas that's coming for me
They never cared, left me for dead
You cannot have no friends in the streets

on a nigga call me broner
smoking by myself cause I'm a stoner
and the .40 in my pocket ain't a motherfuckin boner

(Who the fuck cut the beat?)

We keep the hustle real
We keep it 100
So when you see us drive by in a Ferrari, Lamborghini don't you hate

Put the kid on vvs
Now am making

strokes yeah I'm into Phillip Drummond
This is what I wanted I could taste it i could touch it
I can see it and I love it I want this
I hope it don't end

this lunch special serving daily

Who want it, you can get it without even asking twice
No cutting up the front, you gon' have to wait it back in line

If you take a look back two thousand years ago,
There are twelve young fellas that you need to know
Doing business in the city, going fishing in

sight of Jesus as he strolled on
And couldn't keep it in they had to shouted it out and told em
"There he go! The Lamb of God y'all Behold Um'!
John's

the illest
Mid wester dick in the
Game & ya bitch wishin it was in her
None better than Phillip nigga
Dreaming of the sky while I was on the ground
Now I'm

Shake it down you know that it's lit though
Always got Phillips on my feet though
Nigga, caught me drippin' on the vid though
Yeah now I feel like

here to hear the man in mirror, has suicidal ideas
I wish he was dead, pull the trigger Phillip no one cares
I tried he won't die
You're now being

Lyrics by Lori Morris
Vocals: Tom Nelson, Featuring Deja’Blu Dial
Musical Arrangers: Tom Nelson, Dustin Phillips
Recording Engineer: Gage Schmitt
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