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philthy rich - dream dead lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
wood on the beat
yeah
it’s rio, n-gga, da yung og
boyz in this b-tch, what up, philthy? (the realest)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
it’s rio, you wanna talk sh-t, get at me
b-tch, i feel like deebo when craig threw that brick at him
all that sh-t you sayin’ cap, you need to quit rappin’
all i talk is dope, they need to put me in a brick wrapper
i’m the youngest og, hope that make sense to you
if you ain’t got on jewelry in the club, you invisible
old k and two glocks on me, i’m invincible
you run off with a gram, i’ma k!ll you, it’s just the principle
i’m off a half a pint right now, i’m kinda tipsy
i’m talkin’ ’bout an eight of red, b-tch, not no liquor
five grams in a backwood, i hate the taste of swishers
i don’t trick, but if she bald-headed, i’ll pay for interest
my n-gga philthy big 59, i’m from the 810
used to shoot b-lls, now i sell hookahs, i don’t play no more
used to be broke, sittin’ back chillin’ like the pape’ gon’ grow
on trees, but now i chase it, i don’t wait no more (hey)

[chorus: rio da yung og & philthy rich]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ lean head
green camouflage on the glock, but the beam red
sixty for the r’s, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon’ dream dead?
i’m a motherf-ckin’ lean head
green camouflage on the glock, but the beam red
sixty for the r’s, but charge a hundred to the bean heads (ayy, it’s philthy, n-gga)
shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon’ dream dead? (uh-huh, look)

[verse 2: philthy rich]
my b-tch don’t follow me, but she follow my opps
when five-o hit the block, i just swallow my rocks
my uncle sellin’ dope out my granny house
a n-gga snitchin’ from my hood, i bet we ran him out
boyz ent, free the ghetto
i ain’t never won an award or a medal
but i bet i count a couple million a few times
i just ate a cup o’noodles on the futon
wells and chase shut down both bank accounts
if you chase the sucker down, you better make it count
pretty sh-ll, this sh-t gettin’ overrided manually
need an approval through the bank, that’s family
da yung og, that’s rio
big 59, that’s me though
i don’t sip lean no more, i had to kick the habit
send them n-ggas to your funeral, make ’em flip the casket, it’s philthy

[chorus: rio da yung og]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ lean head
green camouflage on the glock, but the beam red
sixty for the r’s, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon’ dream dead?
i’m a motherf-ckin’ lean head
green camouflage on the glock, but the beam red
sixty for the r’s, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon’ dream dead?

- philthy rich lyrics

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