ROLLS TRUCK lyrics

[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 n*ggas 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, f*ck 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
n*ggas lying 'bout skits that they never did
And he said he want exotic, but I gave him mid
These rap n*ggas cap like they work at Lids
I'm an upper-class n*gga, rest in peace to Trig
A hundred rosé bottles sittin' in the fridge
Before you say the 59, make sure you say the Big
b*tch 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 n*gga coming out of my city
It's Philthy