Philly Soul

Lyrics

[Intro: OT The Real] Uh huh, on the real Payne, what up? [Verse 1: OT The Real] Some of my friends gettin' released lookin' for home plans The case worker's contemplatin' grabbin' his own grams The smart youngins play the will and let they win No one's gon' catch you if you fall, you a grown man The cops wildin', the block's tryin' to throw shit at 'em It's more brutal, there's more funerals, more (?) Remember days the guards would search us every quarter after In the cell I'd hold the button tryin' to flush the toilet faster They say you gotta stay down in order to come up You whack them jawns too much, they gon' melt in the summer But when you gettin' it and it booms is when you get the cut up But when they get you in that room, don't forget to shut up Swervin', servin' through the city still Cops more aggressive, don't move ya hands from that steerin' wheel One man's here for that money, one man's here to kill Either caliber or the cuffs, you gon' feel the steel Heaven, hell, all I know's I hit him, and his weapons fell I know dudes with life who didn't do it, but they never tell Minimum date on his status sheet just got the letter L Tryin' to see fettuccini without seein' federals Still play the acetone like a saxophone Out there you gon' need the ratchets on without no scratches on If bro ain't answerin' his phone then somethin' happen to him Payne, I'm just tryin' to keep this traffic flowin' [Verse 2: RJ Payne] I said old handle, black and chrome, teenager baggin' stones Dark Philly back block, shit look like the Catacombs Niggas doin' bad at home, some ain't even have a home Twice as lame, this the type of pain the world hasn't known It's hopeless where we at, that's why we focused on the trap Surrounded by pigeons and vultures, roaches and the rats It's explosive, I'm givin' you a dosage of the facts It's psychosis, a city full of opinoids and crack It's atrocious, night of the livin' dead This ain't life, but we think it's right if we gettin' bread That's why I write for the people that's fightin' to get ahead I give 'em light, the critics don't like what a nigga said Fuck 'em, I don't condone drug dealin' and scammin' But this the everyday struggle, so I still understand 'em I'm sayin', every day the blood spill where we standin' No wonder all the children feel so abandoned Let's talk about it, look Daddy booked, mother high, all we did was fuckin cry Cut and dry, these caterpillars don't turn to butterflies So when the children go to jail don't even wonder why They say we all got opportunity, that's a fuckin' lie We trap to get rich, fashion and kicks We laugh and get lit, ain't worried 'bout that Kaepernick shit Yeah, we get it from the muscle, from a half to a brick Bulletproof vestes for kids, that's how dramatic it get This Philly [Outro: RJ Payne] It's real shit, man These little niggas is out here rockin' bulletproof vestes Without the bulletproof part, my nigga It's fashion, that's how real it is out here Ain't nobody worried about no fuckin' Kaepernick, my nigga Let Hov' get his money We don't really give a fuck out here in the hood my nigga Niggas is starvin', shit real Shout out to my nigga OT Soup Kitchen, BSF gang, let's go