Cut Ties Philthy Rich & Toohda Band$ (Ft. Murdock (Rap))
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[Intro: Murdock]
I came from out the slums, from nothin'
We really had to get it 'cause niggas was hustlin'
Totin' Ks like Glocks, FNs, or ratchets
I spinned the block and niggas turn around
Uh-uh
I spinned the block and niggas turn around
(Funk or Die)
[Chorus: Murdock]
Come from long public houses, I'm just tryna run it up
All hundreds in the safe, but that still ain't enough
Now we spinnin' foreigns in the driveway, which ride I'm gon' drive today?
Niggas late, they tryna ride the wave, scope a nigga from a mile away
In my hood, we sold nicks and dimes, tryna run it up
Or a nigga that play you out for a dime, thought he was one of us
Me and my main dawg had to cut ties, it's better for the lovе
I was so deep up in the streets, we had to get it how it was
Climbеd my way up out the mud
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Like, five foreigns parked in the hood, that's a million plus
He at war with hisself, he need to give it up
Stop competin' with me, you ain't in my tax bracket
Keep fallin' on your face because your ass backwards
In my hood, I'm big dog, I changed the narrative
Man, all the shit I did, they can't compare to this
Put the hood and the whole city on the map
I'ma carry all this weight, I got it on my back
One thing for sure, two things for certain
Ain't a nigga 'round me can say he hurtin'
FOD changed the Rollies for the whole team
This another victory for the home team, it's Philth
I came from out the slums, from nothin'
We really had to get it 'cause niggas was hustlin'
Totin' Ks like Glocks, FNs, or ratchets
I spinned the block and niggas turn around
Uh-uh
I spinned the block and niggas turn around
(Funk or Die)
[Chorus: Murdock]
Come from long public houses, I'm just tryna run it up
All hundreds in the safe, but that still ain't enough
Now we spinnin' foreigns in the driveway, which ride I'm gon' drive today?
Niggas late, they tryna ride the wave, scope a nigga from a mile away
In my hood, we sold nicks and dimes, tryna run it up
Or a nigga that play you out for a dime, thought he was one of us
Me and my main dawg had to cut ties, it's better for the lovе
I was so deep up in the streets, we had to get it how it was
Climbеd my way up out the mud
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Like, five foreigns parked in the hood, that's a million plus
He at war with hisself, he need to give it up
Stop competin' with me, you ain't in my tax bracket
Keep fallin' on your face because your ass backwards
In my hood, I'm big dog, I changed the narrative
Man, all the shit I did, they can't compare to this
Put the hood and the whole city on the map
I'ma carry all this weight, I got it on my back
One thing for sure, two things for certain
Ain't a nigga 'round me can say he hurtin'
FOD changed the Rollies for the whole team
This another victory for the home team, it's Philth
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