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philthy rich - hard earned lyrics

[intro: philthy rich]
(wood on the beat)
i miss all them n-ggas, i miss all them n-ggas
f-ck you, your dead homies, b-tch, all them n-ggas
ayy, it’s philthy, n-gga
uh-huh, look

[verse 1: philthy rich]
screamin’ f-ck 12, maine took twelve
caught my first case at twelve, but i wouldn’t tell
b-tch, i jumped off the porch as a young n-gga
used to slide on the opps just for fun, n-gga
yeah, i really sold crack in my neighborhood
i ain’t proud of it, but a product of my hood
fake n-ggas gon’ believe fake sh-t
ain’t a n-gga on this earth ever take sh-t
all my n-ggas locked up, i miss all them n-ggas
f-ck you and your dead homies, b-tch, all them n-ggas
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 sh-t might cost me
i just pulled up in that rover, this sh-t 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 f-ck with none of these haters, these n-ggas 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 n-ggas survive, we gotta conquer
my bm told me that she only f-ck with bosses
all i’m thinkin’ in my head is i gotta go harder
all these stones around my neck, these b-tches hard-earned

[chorus: jackboy]
all these stones around my neck, these b-tches hard-earned
never been a fold, lil jack was taught to stand firm
still totin’ sticks we hit from the l!cks i got from melbourne
shots to the chest, tryna give a n-gga heartburn
shots to the chest, tryna leave a n-gga woozy (leave him woozy, b-tch)
shots to the chest, tryna ride down a foreign (on a foreign, b-tch)
they tryna shut us up, ayy (tryna lose me, b-tch)
we hoppin’ out, poppin’ out with wooly (with the wooly, b-tch)

[verse 3: tec]
got a .223 in a two seat (booyah)
put a n-gga to sleep ‘fore they snooze me (‘fore they snooze me)
chopper give ’em wings for that blue cheese (blue cheese)
and a n-gga weak on a tuesday (b-tch, come here)
all we know is slide, i created a hockey team (hockey team)
whenever we collide, open fire, let that chopper sing (chopper sing)
badda-boom, badda-bing, reality is not a dream
he a casualty, i’ll empty your whole salary, give me everything
my b-tch tryna spin like a ballerina (ballerina)
street sweeper clean up, bl–dy the whole scene up (grrah, bah)
close the witness eyes, they never say they seen us (nah)
married to the game, but i got a pre-nup

[verse 4: gt]
ayy, i’m up at five in the morning and i’m whippin’ yams up (yeah, whippin’ yams up)
philthy just pulled up (skrrt), all white lam’ truck
i like my money face the same way, rubber band up (rubber band up)
i don’t f-ck with new n-ggas, that’ll get you jammed up (for real)
spent a dub on my chain, it shine when the lights out (racks)
ten racks’ll have them k!llers at your crib right now (bah, bah-bah)
you ain’t really ’bout all that sh-t you talkin’, pipe down
drunk an eight yesterday, i’m tryna put the pint down (for real)
made me a play, i’m ’bout to go get fresh as f-ck
gucci to my socks and threw on the white buffs (for real)
two hundred racks was the mission, now i’m tryna get a ticket (ayy)
lot of n-ggas just be cappin’ to you, but we really get it, n-gga

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