Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The Mechanics
Uncle Dye
Ay, it's Philthy, ****, ah, look
[Verse 2]
Suckas speaking out, they be seekin' clout (Sucks)
A lot of nerd shit I been peepin' out (I have)
I gotta keep it real, even though they faking (Society)
Crabs in the bucket don't want you to make it (Uh-uh)
I lost more money than you ever had (Swear to God)
You was spoon fed, I never had a dad (Never)
They rather see me on my back than on my feet (I know they mad)
I make sure every **** round me can eat (It's Philth)
Thirty thou' on a ring from Aviani (Chump change)
I really come from nothing, please don't remind me (Oh, I remember)
Stuffin' the backwood with 3.5 (Kill zone)
Google my net worth, 3.5 (It's Philthy, yo)
Next to the Lam' truck when the sticker drop (Force)
Sippin' hot take out this exotic pop (Surf)
Still be kind of mean with my eyes closed
Still good in the kitchen, cook up nanos (It's Philth)
[Verse 3]
East Oakland legend, pray to the Reverend (East Oak)
That her son don't see hell and make it to heaven (Amen)
[Verse 4]
A lot of fifty pointers in this diamond chain (Bust down)
You owe the jeweler fifty thousand, we are not the same (Broke ****)
Mike and Mary jeans with the Gucci sweater (Designer)
Christian Louboutin's, truth, I look better (Red bottom)
Used to tear down Niemann's, Barney's, Saks Fifth (We used to)
Now we at Bal Harbor, The Gallery, and 5th (It's Philth)
[Verse 5]
Just copped the new Glock for a new opp (Yeah, I keep it on me)
Knock a **** out his Gucci tube socks (Know I will)
Just left the Bahamas with a bitch from Houston (I just left)
Everything paid for, that mean it's all inclusive (Bitch)
I'm the **** that your big homie look up to (Is that right?)
The **** that the **** in the trap cook up to (Skrrt skrrt)
I come up under my old man and Jody, bro (Rest in peace)
Ain't a hood in Oakland that I can't go (It's Philth)
**** from my hood die from **** from my hood (Swear to God)
The **** that shot me, he was from my hood (Seminary)
It don't concern seminary, it don't concern me (Uh-uh)
Loyal to the wrong **** until they burn me (Pussy)
[Verse 6]
I got the same jeweler that Floyd got (Go with somethin')
That **** just a undercover toy cop (Five-o)
I live up the street from E40 (Sick with it)
I'm still in the street, so I keep a 40 (It's Philth)
I tried to put the Wraith up for Smitty bail (Ay, I tried to)
You rather see a **** sitting in a city cell (Free Smitty)
Rest in peace, Seagram, and free the Gov (Hey, free the Gov)
Until I put that **** on, he ain't have a bus (Ay, it's Philthy, ****)
Letting baby Jason get behind the wheel (Baby J)
Teach him how to drive before another **** will (Hey, free J, baby)
Rest in peace, Boosko, cop a bust down (And eat it up)
When you was rocking plain Jane, I had to bust down
It's Philthy
Written by: Phillip Beasley, Unknown Writer
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