[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I'm one of the last real n***as left
It ain't too many real n***as 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***as left
It ain't too many real n***as left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress

[Verse 1: B-Legit]
[?] pocket full of salad
24 karots on my wrist, no rabbit
So damn savage, if I want it, I can grab it
[?] marajuana habbit
I'm a self-made G, stacking hella 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***as [?], and them killers gon' kill it
N***as, 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***as 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***as left
It ain't too many real n***as 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***as left
It ain't too many real n***as 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***a 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***as counterfeit, never weighed a whole brick
36 in the [?] you get your mammy done
These n***as quick to take the stand and tell who sold the grams
I got a n***a doing a hundred years
How the fuck I'm posed to tell this n***a daughter he doing a hundred years?
For my n***as, I cry a hundred tears
I just ride these foreigns on these forgies, elevated passed my peers
My n***as feeling [?] pink slips
Eating out of garbage bags, [?] n***a [?] started [?]
It's Philthy

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I'm one of the last real n***as left
It ain't too many real n***as 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***as left
It ain't too many real n***as 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***a outa line, you better handle that
Built an empire, out of fronting sample packs
I kind of rap, so fuck it, I'll take a crack at that
I don't talk around n***as I don't know
I only trust day 1's, that's just how the game goes
Fuck them other n***as, 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 killed
My n***as 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 fuck 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

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I'm one of the last real n***as left
It ain't too many real n***as 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***as left
It ain't too many real n***as left
They either locked up or put to rest
I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress