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(Funk or Die)
Yeah

Rolls truck cost me four flat
A pair of kills on Gelato cost you four racks
I was up a couple M's way before rap
I turned my losess into wins and I ain't look back
King of Oakland, no debating that
Selling dope in front the barber shop, I was shaving crack
See, I really came from public housing
No public defender, lawyer costs a couple hundred thousand
Two fifty for this watch, this ain't a grill
I watched n***as turn fake I used to think was real
I put the city on the map and they ain't thank me still
Fresh prince of Seminary, rest in peace to Uncle Phil
I left a couple million in my will
For lil' Ant and Phil, they know they daddy in the field
We gon' take it to the box, f**k your plea deal
And I can't sign a record deal for under three mill'
Been wearing Gucci five years straight
You just started getting money five years late
N***as lying 'bout skits that they never did
And he said he want exotic, but I gave him mid
These rap n***as cap like they work at Lids
I'm an upper-cla** n***a, rest in peace to Trig
A hundred rosé bottles sittin' in the fridge
Before you say the 59, make sure you say the Big
B*t*h got her body done, now she acting saditty
Her money real, but went and bought a fake a** and t**ties
G-Wagen, new Urus, Aston, and Bentley
Rolls Cullinan, richest n***a coming out of my city
It's Philthy

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