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rnbi$ - philthy rich lyrics

[intro: mozzy]
ah
not enough real n*ggas left i’m with the movement
cuz as far as i’m concerned it’s scientifically proven
real is rare, mayne
real is back in style man real n*ggas back in style
ah
regular real n*gga

[verse 1: mozzy]
somebody tried to tell me real n*ggas back in style
yanking like pacquiao, throwaways passed around
if lil bruh got enough nuggets i’ll pass him down
got him while we was down go to court and we packed him out
k!llas’ll max you out
black will back you down
shenanigans ain’t my style
? go ask around
every time we get on the dice, we’ll tap you out
every time you slide with a dork he gon rat you out
i’m peeking through the blinds of the benz when i’m backing out
the kids know this money ain’t nothin, i pass it out
gave my brother’s daughter a christmas, he ain’t around
i’m a child of the slums, you n*ggas just came around
f*ck the law, they tryna find methods to take me down
freeze the bank account, raid it and break me down
cop a couple p’s from the asian and break it down
you gon have to yank me before i let you just play me out

[hook x2: mozzy]
real n*ggas back in style, accusations is accurate
it ain’t too many left, i’m a passionate advocate
fetching federal funding er’ daily i’m adamant
b*tches is having hard times and n*ggas is having it

[verse 2: philthy rich]
political ties, my ex b*tch miserable inside
deep down the hoe hurt them feelings wanna hide
while n*ggas fabricated about being outside
i was busting down a spread at lunch at one to nine
the judge tryna throw the book at pretty litter
n*ggas let me drown at the deep end
n*gga hop in the foreign and hop out your feelings
there’s wood on the door and stars in the ceiling
n*gga think i sold the mazi and the porsche thang
i traded in for the wraith and i8
know i put it up for lil ant and lil phil
they gon be in a foreign before your n*gga, how that feel
that’s from the middle of the mall, n*gga, how that’s real
mine from ben baller and carl, you don’t shop with them
n*gga talking bout a trap he ain’t never in
lame n*gga don’t wanna see you shine harder than him
it’s philthy

[verse 3: lil blood]
bankrolls, we don’t save hoes, that’s sh*t we used to do
you talking like your shooters shoot, b*tch my shooters shooting too
real n*ggas back in style, b*tch just like we used to
you fired b*tch, get out of line b*tch, then they will shoot you
a advocate, you making accusations on my happenings
we had to quit, when you clapping sh*t about my africans
we had the sh*t, stuffing half chickens up in mattresses
savages, we ain’t cuffing ratchets we just pass a b*tch
yeah sh*t, pull a mad clip, we gon mag clip
osama clips, get yo ass hit for tryna politic
this beef sh*t political, that’s why i politic
some n*ggas just sit and wait, but some n*ggas you gotta hit
don’t move b*tch, don’t make a move b*tch before i shoot you
told my b*tch to get her sh*t together fore i lose you
real n*ggas back in style, b*tch just like we used to
real n*ggas back in style, b*tch just like we used to

- philthy rich lyrics

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