Lyrics

[Intro] (Funk or die) [Chorus: T-Rell & Philthy Rich] It's all perfect timing Watch me step on these necks as I pipe shit I'm from the slums for real, I'ma stand on my biz Couldn't walk a mile in these Diors, I'ma take good care of my people And I know some real motherfuckers ain't call me back, oh And it's some niggas I ain't fuckin' with, no I'm really hearin' who I'm ridin' with, no I bust my ass to make it far up out these slums, oh (Uh, look) [Verse 1: Philthy Rich] Same niggas I gave my all to never did shit for me Yeah, I gave them niggas my last 'cause it wasn't shit to me I got some niggas I ain't fuckin' with Had to cut them niggas off, they wasn't good for shit Richest nigga out my hood, I made it out the slums Thought I'll be dead or in jail before twenty-one Two mil' put up for Phil and Ant Dre Fetti died, I lost my feelings, I still ain't get 'em back You ain't a boss until you put your niggas in position Ain't pay attention, should've listened to my intuition I had to minimize my circle Them niggas stabbed me in my back, that shit was very hurtful, it's Philthy [Chorus: T-Rell] It's all perfect timing Watch me step on these necks as I pipe shit I'm from the slums for real, I'ma stand on my biz Couldn't walk a mile in these Diors, I'ma take good care of my people And I know some real motherfuckers ain't call me back, oh And it's some niggas I ain't fuckin' with, no I'm really hearin' who I'm ridin' with, no I bust my ass to make it far up out these slums, oh [Verse 2: Kansas Kash] I can't lose, early mornings, fuck hittin' snooze (Fuck hittin' snooze) Fresh fades and gold chains, I'm just usin' tools (I'm just usin' tools ) Stayin' focused and out the way, I hate to make the news (I hate to make the news) Takin' chances for my wins, but I ain't scared to lose (I ain't scared to lose) Dedicated, for my kids, I'd make a mountain move (I'd make a mountain move) Walk a million miles before we ever exchange our shoes (Beore we exchange our shoes) I got the game and know the knowledge, teach my sons the rules (I teach my sons the rules) Life ain't fair, so be a player and make these bitches share (And make these bitches share) You lose one and gain two, you better not ever care (You better not ever care) The world full of fake haters, real players rare (Real players rare) Be confident and have faith, we never livin' scared (We never livin' scared) Work hard for what you want and wear your chains in layers (Wear your chains in layers) [Chorus: T-Rell] It's all perfect timing Watch me step on these necks as I pipe shit I'm from the slums for real, I'ma stand on my biz Couldn't walk a mile in these Diors, I'ma take good care of my people And I know some real motherfuckers ain't call me back, oh And it's some niggas I ain't fuckin' with, no I'm really hearin' who I'm ridin' with, no I bust my ass to make it far up out these slums, oh