Ok Ok, it's the mother fucking kid, going in on this one, fuck it, tiered of all you bitch ass n***as man, street shit rap shit whatever you wanna call it, Philthy, I hold it down for this East Oakland street shit n***a, you know me n***a Sem City, funk or die n***a, Free Mone, Free Mane, Free Dame, Free Wayne, Free Derwin n***a, ok ok look

[1st Verse]
If it's a problem the kid gon solve it
Hit him with the revolver so the can't solve it
I'm so mob I be waiting on you to rob me
Keep my ice on so you know how to spot me
I bounce out on a n***a like stick'em up
Since Dre left n***a I don't give a fuck
They tell me calm down stick to this rap shit
But fuck these bitch ass n***as and this rap shit
See I'm a real n***a straight from Sem City boy
Ever feel disrespected, go and get the Semi boy
And I can't stop, I move like a Mob boss
10 minutes later now his whole block taped off
And I ain't squashing shit, I'm tripping for life
So all you bitch ass n***as know it's on sight
See It's the kid and I don't give a fuck about a n***a
I'll grab the AR and shoot the shit up outta n***a (Philthy)

[Chorus]
Funk or Die, yea ok ok philthy fuck you rap n***as, trap n***as, whatever you wanna call yourself, Philthy, Dolla what up n***a, check my resume, hey, Philthy

[2nd Verse]
This rap shit crazy, a lot of n***as hate me
But I don't give a fuck, cause' now you n***as pay me
I got my own cash
I get my own ass
I got my own whips
Get off my dick
I stick to the G code, you other n***as ho's
This real street shit, and you other n***as know
Fuck you other n***as talk behind a n***a back
I hit his ass with that Mack and blow up out his back
All you n***as get on T.V. and holla Town business
Where the fuck you at cause' I don't never see you n***as
I'm in the trap all day posting with the K
My young n***as on the block, posting with the yay
5 year felony with a stay away
But I don't listen to shit, I don't stay away
I gotta get the money, all you n***as funny
Funk or Die bitch, and all my n***as gunning (Philthy)
[Chorus]
Were I'm from n***a we (Funk Or Die) Funk Or Die n***a, Trell what up n***a, Fiend what up, tell these n***as to get off a rich n***a dick, Free Tae Tae, free Bot, Philthy

[3rd Verse]
The hottest n***a in East Oakland by far
And I ain't never gave a fuck what you n***as thought
You fucking rap n***as, don't make me clap n***as
You know I like to talk shit up on these trash n***as
But I keep it real, and that's a different rich
Get your money up, I'm all about the dividends
It's young Philthy Rich, Funk or Die tatted
A n***a play leave him sick like a diabetic
I'm from the Sem -i-n-a-r-y
You fuck with one of my n***as then you know we all ride
Top to the block, Sem City's finest
If you looking for me boy I'm on Seminary grinding
I'm good in the hood, 24's on a body
Young n***a in the hood just caught his first body
Ey get off a rich n***a dick. Why?
Cause' that's bitch n***a shit (Philthy)