Hard Earned Philthy Rich (Ft. G.T., Jackboy, Money Man & TEC)

[Intro: Philthy Rich]
(Wood on the beat)
I miss all them niggas, I miss all them niggas
Fuck you, your dead homies, bitch, all them niggas
Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga
Uh-huh, look

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Screamin' fuck 12, Maine took twelve
Caught my first case at twelve, but I wouldn't tell
Bitch, I jumped off the porch as a young nigga
Used to slide on the opps just for fun, nigga
Yeah, I really sold crack in my neighborhood
I ain't proud of it, but a product of my hood
Fake niggas gon' believe fake shit
Ain't a nigga on this earth ever take shit
All my niggas locked up, I miss all them niggas
Fuck you and your dead homies, bitch, all them niggas
I'm a money man, but still'll get you jacked, boy
Sneak dissin' in them songs'll get you whacked, boy

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I can't make mistakes because that shit might cost me
I just pulled up in that Rover, this shit here costly
I need M's because I gotta feed my offspring
I got streams and I got Percs and I got watches
I can't fuck with none of these haters, these niggas toxic
I been vacuum sealing loud and stuffing boxes
She gon' bust it for a real one, she gon' drop it
I can't let my check decrease, I gotta prosper
We can't let these niggas survive, we gotta conquer
My BM told me that she only fuck with bosses
All I'm thinkin' in my head is I gotta go harder
All these stones around my neck, these bitches hard-earned