YWB Philly - Parental Advisory

We pump that music loud, even when we outta town
We been going off, even when you’re not around
We worked to gain our ground, when fuzz come we’re not around
You snitched, now you’ve been found, find you six feet underground
Was a meet and greet, you a loser you a geek
Stay out my hair, give you a bullet for a treat
You ignored the advisory and now your parents gone
Now let’s all go get lit, even though you done me wrong
I don’t need you, but yeah, you need me
When she come over, I put her on her knees
All these females, want me in they life
All these fucking females, wanna be my fucking wife
Yeah I got money, but nah it ain’t for you
If I gave you the chance, you would never have come through
You don’t care about me, you just care about my fame
You just want me because I’m a God in the rap game
Like Dr. Seuss, I’ve got these rhymes, I’m Rajon Rondo, dropping dimes
Don’t matter what happens now, because I’ve stood the test of time
When we pull up on your block, fuzz is there, so stash the glock
Am I coming after you, you already know that it's a lock (YEAH)
We pump our music loud, even when we’re outta town
I’ve been going off, even when you’re not around
We worked to gain our ground, when fuzz come we’re not around
You snitched now you’ve been found, you stuck six feet underground
Saved the best for last, tell my haters, kiss my ass
Got my shorty in the studio, we bout to hit the dash
Got the word play of the goat, put it up in your moms throat
Fought harder for your respect, than most women did to vote
Yeah, you selling your sticky and smoking on dope
I'm snapping necks with a noose and a rope
Handing out blessings, yeah call me the pope
Best watch your back, I got you in the scope
You said no homo and then dropped the soap
My name is Philly, you do not want smoke
Rest in peace Grandma, she died from a stroke
Listen to words, not the way that they're spoke
Yeah, yeah, real quick, mom, dad, if you hear this, I just really wanted you to know
I made it
We pump our music loud, even when we outta town
I've been going off, even when you’re not around
We worked to gain our ground, when fuzz come we’re not around
You snitched now you’ve been found, you stuck six feet underground

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YWB Philly

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