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Where you got your peoples at?
New York, Jersey, Cleveland
Alright so uh, Philly
Know what I'm saying?
No profile
No connections
No noise
Down to my last, pound and a half
Else that I found
Turnin' brown in the bag
This ain't goin' swim, it's goin' drown cause it's wack
So this one's for the face
Friends turn to foe
Grams turn to old
Finally on my feet
Stayin' on my toes
Got one in the chamber with your name on it bro
This one's for the face (this one's for your face)
Let your name speak for you
It's a better look
The beef's on sight, but 'til the time's right
Let it cook
How you rappin' by the track, but was never booked?
Your man tryna hide them track marks
Check his foot
Bad addictions lead to bad decisions
Past convictions get factored in
When you catch that sentence
Looks through the barbed wire, past the fences
Bro just grabbed a Lexus, woke the fiends up
Guess it's crack for breakfast
Holy water, cook this quarter to come back we're extra
I knew your man was corny
When he stacked and grabbed the Tesla
It's the trap professor, cocaine packed compressor
Back together, smacked it several times
I guess my batch was better
I'ma turn your homie to a pack investor
See Speedy Gonzalez with that bird
That's when I felt Sylvester
The plug looked like a trash collector
This crackin' master cash collector
Down to my last
Pound and a half, ounce that I found
Turnin' brown in the bag
This ain't goin' swim, it's goin' drown cause it's wack
So this one's for the face
Friends turn to foe
Grams turn to old
Finally on my feet (finally), stayin' on my toes
Got one in the chamber with your name on it bro
This one's for the face
Come from out of Philadelphia
If he come in Philadelphia
And he hangin' in the hood
And eventually, Philadelphia niggas don't kill him
He gotta be solid