Last Real Niggas Left

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[Chorus: Philthy Rich] I'm one of the last real niggas left It ain't too many real niggas left They either locked up or put to rest I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress I'm one of the last real niggas left It ain't too many real niggas left They either locked up or put to rest I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress [Verse 1: B-Legit] [?] pocket full of salad 24 karots on my wrist, no rabbit So damn savage, if I want it, I can grab it [?] marajuana habbit I'm a self-made G, stacking hella bands Smacking stripper hoes, [?] from the [?] [?] bagging grams, to rapping in Saran I'm acting like an ass, no sagging in my pants I'm back up in the building, I'm the one that built it All my niggas [?], and them killers gon' kill it Niggas, we be illin, no penicillin I pull up in that Porshe, 'bout to open up the ceiling Get up in my way, hit you with that K I've been flippin weight, since the very first day Niggas ain't grinding like us, no way I walk up in the booth, commit a murder my way B-Le [Chorus: Philthy Rich] I'm one of the last real niggas left It ain't too many real niggas left They either locked up or put to rest I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress I'm one of the last real niggas left It ain't too many real niggas left They either locked up or put to rest I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] 500 on my nigga green dot He just did a dime, but keep it real, he never getting out He threw [?] never see a 5 dollar bill These niggas counterfeit, never weighed a whole brick 36 in the [?] you get your mammy done These niggas quick to take the stand and tell who sold the grams I got a nigga doing a hundred years How the fuck I'm posed to tell this nigga daughter he doing a hundred years? For my niggas, I cry a hundred tears I just ride these foreigns on these forgies, elevated passed my peers My niggas feeling [?] pink slips Eating out of garbage bags, [?] nigga [?] started [?] It's Philthy [Chorus: Philthy Rich] I'm one of the last real niggas left It ain't too many real niggas left They either locked up or put to rest I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress I'm one of the last real niggas left It ain't too many real niggas left They either locked up or put to rest I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress [Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni] In my city, we don't battle rap We dismantle packs And if a nigga outa line, you better handle that Built an empire, out of fronting sample packs I kind of rap, so fuck it, I'll take a crack at that I don't talk around niggas I don't know I only trust day 1's, that's just how the game goes Fuck them other niggas, we gon' ball on 'em Pull up in a new foreign, just to [?] on 'em I'm a shot caller, my watch water My block hot, my not got Nothing but them blue bills, this cash will get you killed My niggas is too real, my big homies, them blue mills I sit back and studdy Chill and stack my money High school drop out, in the crack spot with my Glock out Said fuck college, let me go and see just what this block 'bout Tripple beamin, daydreamin 'bout pulling them drops out Now I role the coupe window down, and put my watch out [Chorus: Philthy Rich] I'm one of the last real niggas left It ain't too many real niggas left They either locked up or put to rest I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress I'm one of the last real niggas left It ain't too many real niggas left They either locked up or put to rest I smoke a lot, just to ease the stress