Last Real Niggas Left Philthy Rich (Ft. B-Legit & Payroll Giovanni)
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[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
I'm one of the last real niggas left
It ain't too many real niggas 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 niggas left
It ain't too many real niggas 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 niggas [?], and them killers gon' kill it
Niggas, 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
Niggas ain't grinding like us, no way
I walk up in the booth, commit a murder my way
B-Le
I'm one of the last real niggas left
It ain't too many real niggas 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 niggas left
It ain't too many real niggas 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 niggas [?], and them killers gon' kill it
Niggas, 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
Niggas ain't grinding like us, no way
I walk up in the booth, commit a murder my way
B-Le
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