Rolls Truck歌词

[Intro]
(Funk or Die)
Yeah
[Verse]
Rolls truck cost me four flat
A pair of kills on Gelato cost you four racks
I was up a couple M's way before rap
I turned my losess into wins and I ain't look back
King of Oakland, no debating that
Selling dope in front the barber shop, I was shaving crack
See, I really came from public housing
No public defender, lawyer costs a couple hundred thousand
Two fifty for this watch, this ain't a grill
I watched niggas turn fake I used to think was real
I put the city on the map and they ain't thank me still
Fresh prince of Seminary, rest in peace to Uncle Phil
I left a couple million in my will
For lil' Ant and Phil, they know they daddy in the field
We gon' take it to the box, **** your plea deal
And I can't sign a record deal for under three mill'
Been wearing Gucci five years straight
You just started getting money five years late
Niggas lying 'bout skits that they never did
And he said he want exotic, but I gave him mid
These rap niggas cap like they work at Lids
I'm an upper-class nigga, rest in peace to Trig
A hundred rosé bottles sittin' in the fridge
Before you say the 59, make sure you say the Big
Bitch got her body done, now she acting saditty
Her money real, but went and bought a fake ass and titties
G-Wagen, new Urus, Aston, and Bentley
Rolls Cullinan, richest nigga coming out of my city
It's Philthy