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You know what the fuck going on
This is Philly, home of the Spitters
KB, Nuck, Nard
Uh, I got this rap nigga sick
I ain't even touch his bitch, I just was likin' her pics
Since I heard that you a hater, I'ma pull up intent
Let her eat me in the wheel, and have her wipin' her-
Man, you niggas got me chopped, got me twisted, got me backwards
I'm not just a rapper, if you try me I'ma clap ya
The shooters that I'm with don't play the bench, they get active
Droppin' thirty out the clip, y'all talkin' 'bout practice?
Steppin' like a landmine, tell 'em that it's bombs away
'Member they was sleepin' on me, now them niggas wide awake
I'ma keep applyin' all this pressure 'til my momma straight
I don't like beef, but I love to retaliate
Fuckin' all these bad hoes, pimpin' ain't easy
Ain't make it out the hood, but look I'm still talkin' greasy
It's still free Banga, free Stretch, and free Leafy
Been hatin' on me since a kid, but still can't beat me
He talkin' crazy with no guns, tell him pipe down
You gotta call to get a strap, it's on me right now
We don't care about your past and what you would've been
We'd rather hear about the work that you be puttin' in
Gotta update your resume with us
Shorty bad with a fat ass, that's a plus
She told me that she love me, deep down I know it's lust
I told her fuck love, give me loyalty and trust
I be spittin' crack, all I do is give 'em dope lines
Spinned the block twice, gave them niggas hell both times
They said if you don't grind then you don't shine
I know they wonder how I do it with no cosign
Don't know about your city, but in Philly, this shit get dark
Where they'll make your momma cry, families get torn apart
Where niggas go fishin' in that ocean tryna war with sharks
Where they don't let shit slide, but'll wet you like a waterpark
If they don't feel a nigga, they smell me
These haters wanna smoke me 'cause they chicks wanna inhale me
Before I let a sucka take me out, I have a celly
I got this out the mud man, ain't shit that you can tell me
Capo
Nuff Said, where we at? The city of Philly
In New York I'm like braille, because my city they feel me
I done got so big I feel like Diddy for really
I still be poppin' up just like them kids on the willy
Might do the drop hitter, maybe somethin' sportish
Type of whip that magazine the last place that you saw it
We was choppin' bricks tryna play Richard Porter
When them things was fifteen, we was takin' trips down to Florida
I done did the turnpike about a million times
We was runnin' from the cops when we was dealin' dimes
Now for a watch I could drop a quarter mil in time
I fucked her once and now this bitch just wanna kill my line
Nasty
Do you dirty and then make a clean getaway
Pistol in my hand, feet on land, that's the step away
Thuggin' on them blocks, ain't no way that you could step away
Thuggin' in the box, she in her feelings, I don't feel a way
Pussy turn water when I tap on it
Song turn harder when I rap on it
Yo Nuck fair warning, I'ma black on it
Pull up in that foreign and I black own it
Then pull off on them hoes that used to act phony
I remember, when I was broke and busted
Until the watch got busted
They act like they ain't wanna speak in public
But now she beggin' to just suck it 'cause her baby dad a sucka
She don't want that motherfucka so I fuck her then it's fucka, uh
Strapped up and we strapped up, hood heroes
Click-clack and blat for them hood weirdos
Just got a check with some good zeros
All rap shit, and I don't do no rappin'
Just with beats, beef we clap shit
I been fallin' back though