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letra de last real niggas left - philthy rich

[verse 1: b-legit]
[?] pocket full of salad
24 karots on my wrist, no rabbit
so d-mn savage, if i want it, i can grab it
[?] marajuana habbit
i’m a self-made g, stacking h-lla bands
smacking stripper hoes, [?] from the [?]
[?] bagging grams, to rapping in saran
i’m acting like an ass, no sagging in my pants
i’m back up in the building, i’m the one that built it
all my n-ggas [?], and them k!llers gon’ k!ll it
n-ggas, we be illin, no penicillin
i pull up in that porshe, ’bout to open up the ceiling
get up in my way, hit you with that k
i’ve been flippin weight, since the very first day
n-ggas ain’t grinding like us, no way
i walk up in the booth, commit a murder my way
b-le
[chorus: philthy rich]
i’m one of the last real n-ggas left
it ain’t too many real n-ggas left
they either locked up or put to rest
i smoke a lot, just to ease the stress
i’m one of the last real n-ggas left
it ain’t too many real n-ggas left
they either locked up or put to rest
i smoke a lot, just to ease the stress

[verse 2: philthy rich]
500 on my n-gga green dot
he just did a dime, but keep it real, he never getting out
he threw [?] never see a 5 dollar bill
these n-ggas counterfeit, never weighed a whole brick
36 in the [?] you get your mammy done
these n-ggas quick to take the stand and tell who sold the grams
i got a n-gga doing a hundred years
how the f-ck i’m posed to tell this n-gga daughter he doing a hundred years?
for my n-ggas, i cry a hundred tears
i just ride these foreigns on these forgies, elevated passed my peers
my n-ggas feeling [?] pink slips
eating out of garbage bags, [?] n-gga [?] started [?]
it’s philthy

[chorus: philthy rich]
i’m one of the last real n-ggas left
it ain’t too many real n-ggas left
they either locked up or put to rest
i smoke a lot, just to ease the stress
i’m one of the last real n-ggas left
it ain’t too many real n-ggas left
they either locked up or put to rest
i smoke a lot, just to ease the stress
[verse 3: payroll giovanni]
in my city, we don’t battle rap
we dismantle packs
and if a n-gga outa line, you better handle that
built an empire, out of fronting sample packs
i kind of rap, so f-ck it, i’ll take a crack at that
i don’t talk around n-ggas i don’t know
i only trust day 1’s, that’s just how the game goes
f-ck them other n-ggas, we gon’ ball on ’em
pull up in a new foreign, just to [?] on ’em
i’m a shot caller, my watch water
my block hot, my not got
nothing but them blue bills, this cash will get you k!lled
my n-ggas is too real, my big homies, them blue mills
i sit back and studdy
chill and stack my money
high school drop out, in the crack spot with my glock out
said f-ck college, let me go and see just what this block ’bout
tripple beamin, daydreamin ’bout pulling them drops out
now i role the coupe window down, and put my watch out

- philthy rich

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