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philthy rich – barely know my name lyrics

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[chorus: mista f.a.b.]
you see [?] that’s what i tend to
cause i ain’t trippin on what other men do
i don’t look sh+t like the sh+t i been through
lotta sh+t going on [?]
see all ya’ll worried about is the money and the fame
the cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n+ggas don’t know my hurt, n+ggas don’t know my pain
n+ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[verse 1: philthy rich]
n+ggas wanna know what i spent on the wraith
hating n+ggas make me wanna spit in they face
mozzy my brother, sucker i’ll smother
never treat a b+tch better than my mother
[?] b+tterfly
still screaming f+ck the other side
i cried when my grandmama died
a week later, my other grandmama died
the type of sh+t that’ll make you commit suicide
i gotta keep the hammer in the ride
n+ggas talking bout [?]
n+gga better off taking [?]
chopper got a hundred [?]
i was f+cking on my cousin’s b+tch
she was f+cking me cause i was rich
i was f+cking her cause she was thick
[chorus: mista f.a.b.]
you see [?] that’s what i tend to
cause i ain’t trippin on what other men do
i don’t look sh+t like the sh+t i been through
lotta sh+t going on [?]
see all ya’ll worried about is the money and the fame
the cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n+ggas don’t know my hurt, n+ggas don’t know my pain
n+ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[verse 2: mozzy]
grew up in the struggle, blew up off a bubble
shout out to the ones that intredused me to the hustle
[?] everything trouble
but i promis not to fumble, get money, remain humble
[?]
mini ar in the pink dolphin duffle
scr+pe you with the k, for thinking we gon scuffle
sware to god a n+gga die last time i chucked him
if he ain’t family orianted, then f+ck him
f+cking with them suckers [?]
[?] i f+ck around with the [?]
n+ggas say they love me, but they don’t know [?]

[chorus: mista f.a.b.]
you see [?] that’s what i tend to
cause i ain’t trippin on what other men do
i don’t look sh+t like the sh+t i been through
lotta sh+t going on [?]
see all ya’ll worried about is the money and the fame
the cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n+ggas don’t know my hurt, n+ggas don’t know my pain
n+ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name
[verse 3: celly ru]
they a stranger to the pain and a n+gga feelings
they tryna k!ll him, i’m tryna take off the cieling
tryna get a million, these n+ggas all in they feelings
looking like a million, that really be how i’m feeling
they don’t know the sh+t a n+gga been through
tryna eat a n+gga, put them suckers on the menue
tryna give back all the love that they give ru
do anything for my brother, he know that it ain’t sh+t fool
[?]
[?] would’ve done the same if i ain’t have it on me
thought you was my brother, it was love, sh+t what happen homie?
i was just trappin, getting dollars off this rappin homie
i ain’t trippin
it ain’t on me, just know that i ain’t slippin
when i dropped the n+gga, he ain’t probably living
[?] speak on it ever, i’m that kind of n+gga
go by myself, but if you with me, just be quiet n+gga

[chorus: mista f.a.b.]
you see [?] that’s what i tend to
cause i ain’t trippin on what other men do
i don’t look sh+t like the sh+t i been through
lotta sh+t going on [?]
see all ya’ll worried about is the money and the fame
the cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n+ggas don’t know my hurt, n+ggas don’t know my pain
n+ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name
[verse 4: lil b]
i’m tryna be philthy rich like philthy rich
get rich or die trying b+tch, like 50 cent
[?] tryna leave the streets smoking
shout out to north ocland, we cliqued up
everything a gamble, n+gga put your chips up
i know the base god, but that’s another note
shout out to mozzy, sacromento selling dope
shout out to joe blow, and mista f.a.b
everything on a b+tch, i don’t catch cabs
everything out of struggle, n+ggas disrespect me, i’m knocking at your mother door
i done bounced back, [?]
[?] lose a b+tch
i don’t give a sh+t
take losses, cried tears, then i buy guns
never talk, never snitch, [?]

[chorus: mista f.a.b.]
you see [?] that’s what i tend to
cause i ain’t trippin on what other men do
i don’t look sh+t like the sh+t i been through
lotta sh+t going on [?]
see all ya’ll worried about is the money and the fame
the cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n+ggas don’t know my hurt, n+ggas don’t know my pain
n+ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name