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philthy rich & toohda band$ - cut ties lyrics
[intro: murdock]
i came from out the slums, from nothin’
we really had to get it ’cause n_ggas was hustlin’
totin’ ks like glocks, fns, or ratchets
i spinned the block and n_ggas turn around
uh_uh
i spinned the block and n_ggas turn around
(funk or die)
[chorus: murdock]
come from long public houses, i’m just tryna run it up
all hundreds in the safe, but that still ain’t enough
now we spinnin’ foreigns in the driveway, which ride i’m gon’ drive today?
n_ggas late, they tryna ride the wave, scope a n_gga from a mile away
in my hood, we sold nickels and dimes, tryna run it up
or n_gga, they’ll play you out for a dime, thought he was one of us
me and my main dawg had to cut ties, it’s bettеr for the love
i was so deep up in the streets, wе had to get it how it was
climbed my way up out the mud
[verse 1: philthy rich]
like, five foreigns parked in the hood, that’s a million plus
he had war with hisself, he need to give it up
stop competin’ with me, you ain’t in my tax bracket
keep fallin’ on your face because your ass backwards
in my hood, i’m big dog, i changed the narrative
man, all the sh_t i did, they can’t compare to this
put the hood and the whole city on the map
i’ma carry all this weight, i got it on my back
one thing for sure, two things for certain
ain’t a n_gga ’round me can say he hurtin’
fod changed the rollies for the whole team
this another victory for the home team, it’s philth
[chorus: murdock]
come from long public houses, i’m just tryna run it up
all hundreds in the safe, but that still ain’t enough
now we spinnin’ foreigns in the driveway, which ride i’m gon’ drive today?
n_ggas late, they tryna ride the wave, scope a n_gga from a mile away
in my hood, we sold nickels and dimes, tryna run it up
or n_gga, they’ll play you out for a dime, thought he was one of us
me and my main dawg had to cut ties, it’s better for the love
i was so deep up in the streets, we had to get it how it was
climbed my way up out the mud
[verse 2: murdock]
climbed my way up out the mud, left my past where it was
i’m so tied up in the streets, dawg’d take a dime to k!ll his cuz
used to pop tens to get a buzz, lot of n_ggas showin’ fake love
i’m still a blessed child, whoever thought that this what i’d become? (uh_huh)
i be comin’ just from motivation
now it’s my time, i had to sit back, i’m tired of bein’ patient
tryna kick the cup, i had a relapse, i just, sh_t, like how it was tastin’
still keep that fire when i’m on stage and even on vacation
still ride with sticks up on our laps even though we on probation
big 59 hero (funk or die), and we come from zero
stand tall on my ten toes, we been ballin’ like d. rose
pass the ball, no_look assist, i still got the dime
spent the curry on my wrist, i still can’t tell the time
[chorus: murdock & toohda band$]
come from long public houses, i’m just tryna run it up
all hundreds in the safe, but that still ain’t enough
now we spinnin’ foreigns in the driveway, which ride i’m gon’ drive today?
n_ggas late, they tryna ride the wave, scope a n_gga from a mile away
in my hood, we sold nickels and dimes, tryna run it up
or n_gga, they’ll play you out for a dime, thought he was one of us
me and my main dawg had to cut ties, it’s better for the love
i was so deep up in the streets (uh), we had to get it how it was (uh)
climbed my way up out the mud
[verse 3: toohda band$]
i had to cut some n_ggas off, they wasn’t good for me
you won’t see me with no n_ggas who done thugged with me
my heart gone, don’t feel no pain, i need some surgery
my cousin took ’bout twenty_five, murder in the first degree
any n_gga speak on ree gon’ be the first to bleed
i lost some n_ggas to this sh_t but they ain’t wanna leave
i told my n_ggas take they pole when they go down the street
n_ggas tryna catch a body like a trampoline
i’m still pourin’ even though they say it’s bad for me
i see demons when i’m woke so i be tryna sleep
i got my draco in my reach for n_ggas tryna creep
a n_gga reachin’ for my chain gon’ end up on a tee
[chorus: murdock]
come from long public houses, i’m just tryna run it up
all hundreds in the safe, but that still ain’t enough
now we spinnin’ foreigns in the driveway, which ride i’m gon’ drive today?
n_ggas late, they tryna ride the wave, scope a n_gga from a mile away
in my hood, we sold nickels and dimes, tryna run it up
or n_gga, they’ll play you out for a dime, thought he was one of us
me and my main dawg had to cut ties, it’s better for the love
i was so deep up in the streets, we had to get it how it was
climbed my way up out the mud
[outro: murdock]
i came from out the slums, from nothin’
we really had to get it ’cause n_ggas was hustlin’
totin’ ks like glocks, fns, or ratchets
i spinned the block and n_ggas turn around
uh_uh
i spinned the block and n_ggas turn around
uh_uh
i spinned the block and n_ggas turn around
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