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5900 (feat. Blast Holiday)

Philthy Rich

Never keeping score what I’ve done at war
Keeping score, want it raw so we won’t be poor
Truth like Christians, upscale like Dior
ME says this track is blessed and cost way more
Squeeze … open the door
Fuck the warning shot, we’re 42 that’s Rodney Lot
Hang a noose surround Donnie Brasco
Cold gun, cold slug, one thug here to make your body hot
Throw ‘em in the pile, here to make his body rot
Equivalent to coke, got the bricks, stray soft
John Travolta our Face Off, Nicolas Cage
Once was warm, now they all cold cases
Only associates and niggas who I slide those fo
Gunna 5900, I’d die foe
Posted on corners like stop signs with a Glock 9
Now say Amen them was worse rhyme

Fives in the sky is the corner that I represent
Nines on my hip for the niggas that I gotta hit
Hundreds in my pockets I would never give to a bitch
It’s just 5900, fives in the sky, it’s the corner that I represent
Nines on my hip for them suckers that I gotta hit
Hundreds in my pockets I would never give to a bitch
It’s Philthy Rich, you know what I mean?

Tryin’ now to be the movie, we them niggas do some moving
Hundreds in my true jeans, I don’t do the lose leaf
Used to throw the five in the air, they now where I’m from
Now it’s three fingers tucked, just the pinky and the thumb
Blast from the ice scope neon sin city form a blast for their ice scope
And knock any nigga down
For I’ve seen niggas all strapped with their 9 on them
The realest nigga turned bitch when he ain’t got that on him
I came up slanging rock star, OJ’s put a nigga on
I’m on top the OJ don’t wanna see me on
‘Cause old niggas always die for another sin, nigga
Happy to made it this far, can’t even pretend, nigga
Slide with that tech, but take your kids and your neck
You better put ‘em in the house before our 9 niggas out
Tell ‘em high in the truck, if you the man keep the hammer on
Before you knock them down make sure you …

Fives in the sky is the corner that I represent
Nines on my hip for the niggas that I gotta hit
Hundreds in my pockets I would never give to a bitch
It’s just 5900, fives in the sky, it’s the corner that I represent
Nines on my hip for them suckers that I gotta hit
Hundreds in my pockets I would never give to a bitch
It’s 5900
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