Dame Fame lyrics

[intro: Philthy Rich]
It's Philthy
This sh*t be crazy how these n*ggas smile in your face
Act like they f*ck with you, but they really don't
It's Philthy

[Chorus: SYPH & Philthy Rich]
Whoa, too much, n*gga too much, n*gga too much (think we forgot n*gga?)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, lean by the truckload (I know your secrets pus*y)
These n*ggas yellin' murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke (you made me expose you b*tch)
I don't know who to trust, no
I came up, I came up, man I came up (Seminary, Funk or Die n*gga)
Whoa, whoa, whoa why they prayin' for my downfall? (uh-huh)
Too much money rollin' in, I done lost count (it's Philthy n*gga)
I don't know who to trust, no (look, look)

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
If Jody Bo was alive b*tch (ayy rest in peace)
Know that n*gga wouldn't f*ck with you (you know he wouldn't)
Told on a couple Richmond n*ggas (is that right?)
Now the hood don't f*ck with you (uh-uh)
In the hood selling cocaine (Seminary)
I was never blinded by the fame (never)
Had the sh*t before I had a name (it's Philthy ho)
I ain't never offered you his chain (f*ck outta here)
You done woke up a sleeping giant (you did)
Asked me to keep your secret quiet (you did)
You ain't never in the hood though (never)
You be passing through or you sneaking by (pus*y)
Real FOD ENT (FOD)
We don't gangbang, no ENT (uh-uh)
Seminary and Foothill (Seminary)
Right in front of Als, tryna move a key (thirty-six)
The crazy part, I used to f*ck with you (I used to)
You came home on some bitter sh*t (bitter b*tch)
You called my phone when I was in Atlanta
Out your own mouth, you told me that you snitched (I swear to God)
You took the stand, n*gga you' a ho (n*gga you a ho)
That ain't what Funk Or Die stand for (uh-uh)
Thought I was tryna take years from you
Should've let the whole Acorn know (I should've n*gga)
It's Philthy n*gga
[Chorus: SYPH & Philthy Rich]
Whoa, too much, n*gga too much, n*gga too much (this n*gga must be on dope)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, lean by the truckload (f*ckin' with the wrong one)
These n*ggas yellin' murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke (huh?)
I don't know who to trust, no (it's Philthy n*gga, Funk or Die)
I came up, I came up, man I came up (I did n*gga)
Whoa, whoa, whoa why they prayin' for my downfall? (I know you mad pus*y)
Too much money rollin' in, I done lost count (hatin' don't do sh*t n*gga)
I don't know who to trust, no (look, look)

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
My biggest hater since the first day (he is)
I shake something like an earthquake (I will)
He was in his feelings when he came home (oh I remember)
Then he found out that he f*ckin' Mae (broke n*gga)
But no disrespect to her though (uh-uh)
Me and her, it's all love though (it's all love)
This pus*y n*gga keep runnin' his mouth (pus*y)
I'ma fill it up with a slug though (it's Philthy)
Stop telling n*ggas you don't f*ck with me (ayy do that)
Tell them n*ggas why you don't f*ck with me (ayy tell 'em why)
Mad Mone and Mae stuck with me (you mad pus*y)
'Cause real n*ggas they f*ck with me (salute)
You forfeited all that gangster sh*t (you did)
When you took the stand, you lesser than a man (pus*y)
In the kitchen bustin' down the grams (skrrt skrrt)
Mom's mad I'm f*ckin' up her pans (she is)
Who you think you really f*ckin' with? (huh?)
My money right, we can go to war (SemCity MoneyMan)
We can't funk while you broke Stacey (uh-uh)
In the streets we can hold court (Funk or Die)
What you gon' say? I'm gettin' extorted?
Ain't from the hood? b*tch I heard it all (I done heard it all)
When you came home, want me to put you on (you did)
But snitch n*ggas ain't meant to ball (uh-uh), this Philthy n*gga
[Chorus: SYPH & Philthy Rich]
Whoa, too much, n*gga too much, n*gga too much (ayy I told that n*gga keep my name out his mouth)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, lean by the truckload (ayy Fab, didn't I tell him? ayy Stone, you remember)
These n*ggas yellin' murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke (but he ain't listen though)
I don't know who to trust, no (f*ck him we ball, it's Philthy)
I came up, I came up, man I came up (Funk or Die, we don't do no tellin')
Whoa, whoa, whoa why they prayin' for my downfall? (uh-uh lil Stacey, we don't represent the same thing n*gga)
Too much money rollin' in, I done lost count (I come from the struggle b*tch, play with me n*gga)
I don't know who to trust, no (it's Philthy ho, huh?)