Made It Philthy Rich (Ft. Derez De'Shon & Young Greatness)

[Chorus: Derez De'Sean]
In my city, it ain't no handouts or no favors
So when shit get bad, I [?] like a [?]
Moving these bags, the police keep tryna invade us
And I'm just tryna keep on all of the lights and the cable
A lot of the niggas I thought was 100 was [?]
A lot of the bitches I thought really loved me was fake
A lot of this shit, can't believe [?] too crazy
I can't [?] this shit, I didn't think I would make it
But nigga I made it
Nigga I made it
I made it
Nigga I made it

[Verse 1: Derez De'Sean]
This shit amazing
Nigga I made it
Lately I been watching my friends
Can't be no Abraham Linkon
Niggas tryna catch me slippin
Niggas tryna catch me slippin
Niggas tryna come and sneak
Niggas crippin on a Crip
I been dancing with the [?]
And lately I been fighting demons
[?] shooter with me [?] left
[?] myself
[?]
[?] myself
[?] help
[?] crystal meth
I taste it off a bitch's breath
I taste the molly in the pussy
[?] pussy
Lying, sneaking, caught him looking
Everything he had, I took it
Street family out in Brooklyn
I got [?] in the kitchen cooking
I got young niggas in the bushes
[?]
Derez De'Sean!