I ain't getting no younger...I'm getting older quicker
Nobody got smaller, everybody got bigger
Life got sweeter, She got bitter
And Every real n***a ain't no real n***a
Name got larger and my ego gained some weight
She said my head got bigger then I bust her in the face
Money ain't a thing till you ain't got it
And these bitched don't stay fans
They tryna work they options
I got a girl but she ain't really my girl
She say I ain't really her man but don't go fucking no other girl
She suck my dick until my stomach hurts She suck my dick until my stomach hurts
More than swag rap More than bitches and hoes More than 40 oz dank weed and trendy clothes
Fuck all the glamor and clits the cameras and the pics the red carpet the spotlight and all that shit
Fuck a job I rather cook coke
Fuck a job I rather blow trees and bad done
In a room of kingpins you feel like a pon
If the birds flock together do you roll with swans?
To do better for the world I'd if I could, But to do better first, the world gotta do some good...real shit
And I ain't even tryna be the realest n***a but be real n***a do you know a realer n***a?
They tryna box me in I gotta be a Philly n***a
100 somethin snares vocal sample that's Philly n***a
These outta town n***as swear they got my city figured
Maybe I should ??? just to fit this Philly image
My appetite for flashing lights is never satisfied
Nightmares of the bottom seem to keep me up at night
This for my n***as who locked down on State Road
This for my brother who in that shell just growin old
The system never looked out at him just looked for him
Trouble man pushin powder just to put some for em
N***as on the block ??? sellin that methadone to provide for their home water runnin and lights on
Make our ends meet even if it means meet in end
Sometimes having no sense keeps us the (?sin?)
My lamentations A king's confessions
Obsessions with my profession got these n***as stressin Cursin a blessin
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