6am in Philly lyrics

[Intro]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Yeah, stackin' and I'm starvin', same 'fit for a week
You better watch what n*ggas sayin', n*ggas get killed for them tweets
Faceshot, yeah, I'm the one that put the bag on his head
n*ggas should've played it cool, now it's bad for your mans
b*tch blow up off my name, I need half of the bread
I need half of the cheese, I need half of the bank
b*tch, I was busy out of town, how the f*ck am I to blame?
Your brother died and you the one that left him hangin'? What a shame
I keep tryna tell myself to stop thuggin', but I can't
And my Oakland n*ggas throwin' fours, that's why I poured up in a drink
I need them all-blue bills, I give a f*ck about no fame
b*tch, I'm an SOB n*gga, give a f*ck about your gang
Step back and shoot this b*tch from the corner like I'm Dame
Or I'll pull up on his ass and drop forty like I'm Steph
n*gga think he f*ckin' with me, what the f*ck? He off the meth?
b*tch head so good, I almost f*cked around and wrecked
You always askin' for the blunt, lil' n*gga, you a pest
Heard he was talkin' out his neck, but he won't say it with his chest
I wake up and get fresh, but I still'll make a mess
b*tch keep thinkin' I'ma chase her, b*tch, you ain't even a catch
And I can't argue with no n*gga, tell that n*gga go and step
I put that money where my mouth is and they still ain't want no bet
n*gga, run it up, run it up, goddamn, I'm out of breath
That b*tch gon' jam up anyway, why you got beam up on the TEC?
n*gga put a beam on his TEC like that b*tch ain't gon' jam
Damn, I had to get it out the mud, was eatin' tuna from the can
A part of me be like "I can't," other side be like "I can"
Brodie fresh up out that slam, don't get your stupid ass slammed
Thinkin' I'm a walkin' lick, you a stupid-ass man
Yeah, broke-ass n*gga, get your funds up
I hit the hood tryna motivate, I show the thugs love
n*gga, stop lyin' to them hoes, you ain't done nothin'
b*tch wasn't talkin' 'bout a bag, so I hung up
b*tch wasn't talkin' 'bout sh*t, so I blocked her
Yeah, b*tch wanna kick it with DaBoii like it's soccer
Yeah, b*tch tried to set the play on me, I'ma sock her
Bro, me and brodie been hit your b*tch, what you got, third?
n*ggas always talkin' 'bout what you gon' do, no, you not, nerd
[Interlude: DaBoii]
Tahaha
Nerd-ass n*gga
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
I could've got the n*gga gone, he should be thankful that I spared him
How the f*ck can I lose? All the sh*t that I'm inheritin'
Heard you don't ride for your gang, man, you lil' n*ggas embarrassing, on the gang, n*gga

[Outro: DaBoii]
Yeah, yeah
The f*ck wrong with these n*ggas? Uh
Yeah, yeah
Don't even wanna do no song with these n*ggas, on the gang, n*gga
Yeah, on the gang, n*gga
Yeah, yeah, you know where we hang, n*gga
Yeah, yeah, you know what I claim, n*gga
You know what we bang, n*gga
SOB the gang, n*gga, b*tch