Out The Game

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich] Presi on my wrist, it cost me 80 bucks How you a real nigga, but your jewelry fake as fuck? I really come from nothing, I can't make this up Everyday hustling, couple dollars, tryna scrape it up I really made a million dollars in the trap And made another 5 million just in rap The house 1.5, that's a fact Niggas blew that pandemic money, they ain't think to stack Roles Royce Cullinin, cost [?] some change 36, half a kick and 4 on the thang Internet beef, just words exchanged I was really on that street with birds and caine Soda in the beeker, used to feed the tweekers Now we call it Za, we used to call it Reefеr Brick phones and Motorola beepers Mama tell you gеt your ass home, before she come and beat ya It's Philthy [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] The Butcher coming, nigga Sky dweller on my wrist, cost a 60 piece I told Bass I make him rich, if he stick with me My uncle live by the bible, those was his beliefs The dope game, the coke game, I was a [?] [?] with a balkany, I'm up there puffing an L Got the kinda bitch with me, I only fuck in hotels This the feeling that I got when I put those numbers on scales But a hustler not a hustler, less he get him something to sell They ask me 'bout rappers in my interviews, hmm, touchy subject I'd rather answer 'bout how quick I can count all this money coming And how when I planned it out, they ain't think I was up to nothing I just can't help it, everytime I spend 50, a hundred coming And you should know that Being a real nigga, ain't won me nothing I put a nigga in position, that's that, I don't get nothing from it You got friends and enomies, and it's crazy when you making cash 'Cause the line between them thinner than a blade of grass Butcher [Verse 3: Toohda Band$] The real turn to fake, that loving turn into hate He was tryna feed his kids, they sent my bro upstate I told my younging for you do it, better switch the play My kidneys failing, doctor told me I gotta quit the drank Think about my niggas, chainsmoking, roll a P a day Niggas tryna trick me off the streets, they tryna take my place Yeah I got my Roley bust down, but I ain't touch the face Chilling in the trentches with my niggas, I hang with apes and snakes [?] in the jungle, I come out that bitch in Bathing Ape Riding with two pistols, the same shit he had off training day We the kid snatchers, if you a bitch, then tuck in your chain [?] we don't do no talking, if it'sup , we lt the [?] Boy your diamonds cloudy, how the fuck you go to Johnny Dang? He pulled up in a scat, but this a cat, this is not the same Brodie put a fully on his Glock, 'cause he ain't got no aim Lame nigga could never knock no bitch, 'cause he ain't got no game