YWB Philly - The Last Supper

I know crackers on the ball team tryna move like they got straps
Yeah, yeah, my name is Philly, got the city on my lap
So Imma stay dangerous, call me YG
Think that they want me silenced, so I’ll ask you now, what’s free
Yeah, stay dangerous, can’t hang with us
I know geniuses and killers, keep the flame with us
Saving up for a mac, once I got that, watch your back
I’m just tryna make a milli, for the way that I talk smack
If you wanna talk shit, then I’ll pull up to your crib
Put a 19 to your head, and I’ll show you how I live
I know hittas from the south, I got shooters on your block
Put a glock up in your mouth, you ain’t finna millie rock, bitch
Got people tryna end me but you won’t catch me flinching
I’m at the last supper, breaking bread, for all my sinning, ooo
Stay dangerous, can’t hang with us
Got my demons and my angels, keep the flame with us
Don’t play with us, what’s facing us
Tryna act like there’s not beef, but you chasing us
Oh you really want the smoke, then I’ll put you in a bag
Oh you really think you bout it, ‘cause the way that yo pants sag
Think you something but you not, I’m about to get you shot
My bad, ain’t mean to came at you, don’t go wifing up thots
Ooo, he say he really bout to come for my life, I feel special
Say he got a glock 19 and a knife, heavy metal
I got l e d lights ‘cause I’m a fuck boy
Thought I caught feelings, but I don’t give a fuck, boy
I don’t know why all these females on my line
It’s like soon as I cut my hair, they say I’m fine
But if she really want it, I’ll give her nine
Blowing out her back, displaced her spine
So back to the point, how’d I catch you on my block
Don’t give two fucks what you say, you can say it to my glock
You pulling up with bb guns, I’m whipping a bump stock
Watch while I hold down the trigger, and your homies all get rocked
Boom, you really shouldn’t’ve fucking around with me
‘Cause I got shooters on your block, they absentee
You’ll never see them til you stare death in the eyes
I’m a killer who will pull up with five guys
You should know this shit by now, I got mob ties
I got a photographic memory, time don’t fly
If you wanna talk shit, then you should know, I’m all ears
Anxiety came real, long with all my deepest fears
I’m the Madison menace, don’t care if the end is near
You gonna need a dentist, you fake smiling, ear to ear, ooo
Stay dangerous, can’t hang with us
Got my demons and my angels, keep the flame with us
Don’t play with us, what’s facing us
Tryna act like there’s not beef, but you chasing us
Oh you really want the smoke, then I’ll put you in a bag
Oh you really think you bout it, ‘cause the way that yo pants sag
Think you something but you not, I’m about to get you shot
My bad, ain’t mean to came at you, don’t go wifing up thots, ooo
I know crackers on the ball team tryna move like they got straps
Yeah, yeah, my name is Philly, got the city on my lap
So I'mma stay dangerous, call me YG
Think that they want me silenced, so I’ll ask you now, what’s free

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YWB Philly

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