Philthy Rich - Hard Earned lyrics

(Wood on the beat) i miss all them niggas
I miss all them niggas
Fuck you, your dead homies, bitch
All them niggas ayy, it's Philthy, nigga
Uh huh, look

Screamin' fuck 12, Maine took twelve
Caught my first case at twelve
But I wouldn't tell
Bitch, I jumped off the porch
As a young nigga
Used to slide on the opps just for fun, nigga
Yeah, I really sold crack in my neighborhood
I ain't proud of it, but a product of my hood
Fake niggas gon' believe fake shit
Ain't a nigga on this earth ever take shit
All my niggas locked up
I miss all them niggas
Fuck you and your dead homies, bitch
All them niggas
I'm a money man, but still'll get you jacked


Boy sneak dissin' in them songs'll
Get you whacked, boy

I can't make mistakes because that
Shit might cost me
I just pulled up in that Rover
This shit here costly
I need M's because I gotta feed my offspring
I got streams and I got
Percs and I got watches
I can't fuck with none of these haters
These niggas toxic
I been vacuum sealing loud and stuffing boxes
She gon' bust it for a real one
She gon' drop it
I can't let my check decrease
I gotta prosper
We can't let these niggas survive
We gotta conquer
My BM told me that she only fuck with bosses
All I'm thinkin' in my head
Is I gotta go harder
All these stones around my neck
These bitches hard-earned

All these stones around my neck
These bitches hard-earned never been a fold
Lil Jack was taught to stand firm
Still totin' sticks we hit from the
Licks I got from Melbourne
Shots to the chest
Tryna give a nigga heartburn
Shots to the chest, tryna leave a nigga woozy
(Leave him woozy, bitch)
Shots to the chest, tryna ride down a foreign
(On a foreign, bitch)
They tryna shut us up, ayy
(Tryna lose me, bitch)
We hoppin' out, poppin' out with wooly
(With the wooly, bitch)

Got a 223 in a two seat (Booyah)
Put a nigga to sleep 'fore they snooze me
('Fore they snooze me)
Chopper give 'em wings for that blue cheese
(Blue cheese) and a nigga weak on a Tuesday
(Bitch, come here)
All we know is slide, I created a hockey team
(Hockey team)
Whenever we collide, open fire
Let that chopper sing (Chopper sing)
Badda boom, badda-bing
Reality is not a dream
He a casualty, I'll empty your whole salary
Give me everything
My bitch tryna spin like a ballerina
(Ballerina) street sweeper clean up
Bloody the whole scene up (Grrah, bah)
Close the witness eyes
They never say they seen us (Nah)
Married to the game, but I got a pre-nup

Ayy, I'm up at five in the
Morning and I'm whippin' yams up
(yeah, whippin' yams up)
Philthy just pulled up
(Skrrt) , all white Lam' truck
I like my money face the same way
Rubber band up (Rubber band up)
I don't fuck with new niggas
That'll get you jammed up (For real)
Spent a dub on my chain
It shine when the lights out (Racks)
Ten racks'll have them killers at
Your crib right now (Bah, bah bah)
You ain't really 'bout all
That shit you talkin', pipe down
Drunk an eight yesterday
I'm tryna put the pint down (For real)
Made me a play
I'm 'bout to go get fresh as fuck
Gucci to my socks and threw
On the white buffs (For real)
Two hundred racks was the mission
Now I'm tryna get a ticket (Ayy)
Lot of niggas just be cappin' to
You, but we really get it, nigga

All these stones around my neck
These bitches hard-earned never been a fold
Lil Jack was taught to stand firm
Still totin' sticks we hit from the
Licks I got from Melbourne
Shots to the chest
Tryna give a nigga heartburn
Shots to the chest, tryna leave a nigga woozy
(Leave him woozy, bitch)
Shots to the chest, tryna ride down a foreign
(On a foreign, bitch)
They tryna shut us up, ayy
(Tryna lose me, bitch)
We hoppin' out, poppin' out with wooly
(With the wooly, bitch)