[ Featuring Relliano ]
I'm from philly where them boys I'll wet ya block up
The same ones you call your homie get you locked up
Cnd when they think you winning they gone try to stop ya
I maneuver through my hood just like a mobster
I'm from philly where them boys I'll wet ya block up
The same ones you call your homie get you locked up
Cnd when they think you winning they gone try to stop ya
I maneuver through my hood just like a mobster
I from the city of philly where niggas plot
Where a mother lose her son, she just praying the killing stop
When a goon low on his funds and he says he feeling your watch
When it's hard to reach to stars cause they said the Ceiling the top
It's philly where niggas stand on the corners making it hot
They think they facing a lot, now it's conversations with cops
Niggas you said you loved, be the Niggas that leave you shot
Covered you in your blood, you ain't making it to salat
Thought they was showing love, you were just mistaking the vibes
Wasn't even aware what would come with taking this ride
The city where treacherous niggas thrive
Imma stand on my own and take it in stride I'm
I'm from philly where them boys I'll wet ya block up
The same ones you call your homie get you locked up
Cnd when they think you winning they gone try to stop ya
I maneuver through my hood just like a mobster
I'm from philly where you gotta watch ya body when you on a lick
Knowing you a vet and you a killer, they don't wanna miss
He used to be ya homie now you beefing over a gen with a stick
This shit get real when you deep in the mix
Go to war you betta ride wit a stick
Them youngins hoppin out
Broad day with a mask and Johnny and they sliding out
Watch who you be sliding in them Vs, niggas copping out
Never knew the witness was your man, you just finding out
Niggas they'll have you in mountains like a lion in the cage
Eating fried rice, Frying
Never sent a penny have you selling subs tryna get appeal
This shit real, I can tell you how it feels
I'm from philly where them boys I'll wet ya block up
The same ones you call your homie get you locked up
Cnd when they think you winning they gone try to stop ya
I maneuver through my hood just like a mobster
Idolize what they witness
Wise guys and pie flippers
Tell my guys if they ever hit, just lie wit us
Get rich or die living, fore' ya snitch and die sitting
Our suppliers different, when you flip your buys bigger
Could be homicide victims or
Your honor tryna lynch him for
Some violence never mentioned, got an honest eye witness story
They won't give a warning if they get the snoring
Just pray I get to my 40 fore' the get to floor me
Sumn songs underpaid for hits like I'm Gordy
Figured it harm me more than help me, it hardly helped Marley
Cnd it haunt me feel at faught i lost my heart beat
Through it all can't a corner in the vault breathe
I'm from philly where them boys I'll wet ya block up
The same ones you call your homie get you locked up
Cnd when they think you winning they gone try to stop ya
I maneuver through my hood just like a mobster
