[Chorus: 4rAx]
Not enough real n***as left
Ain't enough real n***as left
Ain't a trill n***a to look up to
Guess I gotta do it myself
Not enough real n***as left
Ain't enough real n***as left
Ain't a trill n***a I can call on
Guess I gotta do it myself

[Verse 1: Gunplay]
Nothing left but some pussy n***as
And slimey hoes
Shit talkers
Y'all know how it goes
Fuck 'em all, make 'em suffer most
Started out [?]
Till I screwed the muffler on
Whole nother game you playing
[?] you n***as don't be knowing where I'm staying
Where you lay your head at, same place thеy lay the led at
And ain't nobody finna call the paramеtics
It's the bottom of the map
Dead end
Where you dead at
It's where I eat, n***a this were I'm fed at
Running through lights where it's red at
We a dying breed, still tryna live that
But police ain't tryna hear that
Point fingers, screaming that I did that
I tell the whole court room you can kiss where I shit at
Gunplay [?]
[Chorus: 4rAx]
Not enough real n***as left
Ain't enough real n***as left
Ain't a trill n***a to look up to
Guess I gotta do it myself
Not enough real n***as left
Ain't enough real n***as left
Ain't a trill n***a I can call on
Guess I gotta do it myself

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
It's Philthy n***a
I say these n***as all fake
They just rapping like they real
Ain't never popped a pistol, they just rapping like they will
I was posted with the steal, late night trappin in my [?]
Tryna get my weight up, I was [?]
Friends became enomies, and enomies became dead
All the real n***as left [?] the feds
[?] really working with emotions
Got n***as locked up, and we tryna get [?]
[?], stop lying bout crack
You ain't never seen a brick, ain't never sold a dime sack
I was at the freak fest, in the Bentley with the hammer on me
Waiting on the internet thugs to finally run up on me
They just talking out they ass, and the side of they neck
So much ice on my chest, can't see the side of my neck
[?] n***as slide when it's beef
But I ain't gotta tell a n***a, he already know where I be
N***a it's Philthy
[Chorus: 4rAx]
Not enough real n***as left
Ain't enough real n***as left
Ain't a trill n***a to look up to
Guess I gotta do it myself
Not enough real n***as left
Ain't enough real n***as left
Ain't a trill n***a I can call on
Guess I gotta do it myself

[Verse 3: Trouble]
If you ask [?]
It's only me
Other n***as [?]
It's not enough real n***as left
Bunch of couch potatos, no real n***as left
[?] tryna explain it to my [?]
But real shit seem fake
What you see on all your commertials and television is gimmics
Just to get attention
Rappers lying
And that's the only shit they push
[?]
[?] flip this shit [?]
[?] we had soldiers to look up to like Slim
Guess I'm just fantasise dreaming
Rather that then to be [?]
[?]
[?] cause you stoned [?] moment
And n***as wanna talk having peace talks
Well we can't have peace cause n***as get a piece [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Alley Boy the trill type
Philthy Rich, that's a rider for life
[Chorus: 4rAx]
Not enough real n***as left
Ain't enough real n***as left
Ain't a trill n***a to look up to
Guess I gotta do it myself
Not enough real n***as left
Ain't enough real n***as left
Ain't a trill n***a I can call on
Guess I gotta do it myself