Lyrics
It’s Philthy nigga
Sem City Money Man
Top of the block
Look
Rest in peace
Shouts out to
Pretty who gave me my name?
It was me and OG Marty
We used to terrorize the party
I ain’t never went dumb
But these guns go retarded
Been in the hood all my life
So I made it my wife
I was married to the streets before I rode my first bike
Seminary had made me, and Mom had raised me
I could never be a pussy or let no nigga play me
Looked up to Jodi and Mane,, hung around and, Rel and Wayne, De’Andre
So when you speak on his name
Just know it come with gunplay
I don’t take this shit lightly
My niggas fighting indictment
See, don’t get it confused cause I could fuck up your day
Five-hundred dollar MoneyPak will get it done today
Free OG Tim-
See, when the shit gets real
These niggas run to the Quran
Seminary, cemetery, Sem City Money Man
I just woke up this morning counting out a hundred grand
FOD, TFL, I was really in the
Used to be after them suckers, now I’m after a mil'
Seminary, cemetery, Sem City Money Man
I just woke up this morning counting out a hundred grand
FOD, TFL, I was really in the
Used to be after them suckers, now I’m after a mil'
Free, mother fucking CO
Three different probations, three different PO’s
The more money I make, the less I’m around
Now they saying I’m fake and I ain’t from the town
You on the wrong side the street
You on the wrong side the beef
Just counted a hundred this morning
While you broke niggas sleep
You want that old filthy nigga?
Go buy my old CD, nigga
I was getting more money than them niggas back then nigga
Shouts out to and free, if was around wouldn’t have made it out
See, I’mma keep it a hundred until they take me out
Fake niggas around, cause real niggas is down
Oh Yeah, shout out to Stone, a real nigga came home
Blunt for him too, so pass the blunt round, fool
These fake gangsters on IG, your body won’t ID
Closed casket, your funeral preacher sing on your interludes
Seminary, cemetery, Sem City Money Man
I just woke up this morning counting out a hundred grand
FOD, TFL, I was really in the
Used to be after them suckers, now I’m after a mil'
Seminary, cemetery, Sem City Money Man
I just woke up this morning counting out a hundred grand
FOD, TFL, I was really in the
Used to be after them suckers, now I’m after a mil'
Rest in Peace Ace Mouth
The Fed’s ran in my house
After I did gang wars and tried to tour on my
I had a house in Vegas way before I got shot
Never ran out my hood I’m still good on my block
Yeah free Lil Moe, he caught a body on Fortune
And I been riding these foreigns and everything on 4's
I fuck with dollar, it’s a 30 on my
and DJ, any day gon' hold the K
They ain’t gotta ask twice, one call and it’s done
Nigga you know where it’s at
Just let her know you’re about to cum
See, it’s hundred on it, nigga, and I hope you can handle
Way you still in the streets, nigga, your life is a gamble
See, I’m playing for keeps and nigga I’m playing to win
I’m my hoods' mascot, you other niggas pretend
Fuck counting my life, nigga, I’m counting these hundreds'
When the phone start nigga then the money stop coming
Seminary, cemetery, Sem City Money Man
I just woke up this morning counting out a hundred grand
FOD, TFL, I was really in the
Used to be after them suckers, now I’m after a mil'
Seminary, cemetery, Sem City Money Man
I just woke up this morning counting out a hundred grand
FOD, TFL, I was really in the
Used to be after them suckers, now I’m after a mil'
