59 Bottles - Philthy Rich

I think I’m seein' things, my mind playin' tricks on me

I can’t believe my day-one nigga switched on me

Heavy as the head that wears the crown

A smile is just a frown upside down

Niggas try to assassinate my character

I guess they missed me in the hood like I ain’t there enough

I never gave up no footage, nigga

But I gave this dick to your bitch on footage, nigga

Got indicted ten days before my birthday

ATF in my house a day before my birthday

Search warrant for firearms and ammunition

A gangster in the street, but on the 'net, he dry snitchin'

I swear they took like thirty thousand

Then I went to the lawyer with like thirty thousand

Palms Place, fifty-ninth floor, it was only right

No covers, slept on the floor lot of lonely nights

Aston Martin DBX, it cost me two-forty

Presidential 41, see, I don’t do 40

The first nigga in the state with it

I got some niggas in the feds and the state with it

Closed escrow on my mama house for a million dollars

As soon as I got some money, I got a million partners

Put all the young niggas on from my hood, even the ones I know don’t like me

I know that they won’t admit it, but at one point, they wanted to be like me

EDD was a lick, naw, that ain’t a hustle

I don’t hustle to love, bitch, I love to hustle

Louis, Gucci, Dior, Chanel

Christian Louboutin, Versace, YSL

Cartier bracelet, Rollie presidential

She got it out the game, so it’s sentimental

She pulled her foreign out the body shop

Then she went and dropped herself off at the body shop

Really in this field, I keep a stick on me

It’s a fifty in this 40 with the switch on it

Sixty days out the new year, still a top client

They don’t know you up at Gucci, nigga, stop lyin'

Them flawless diamonds up and in his mouth

When we was outside, you was in the house

These niggas lyin' in they raps, what they is not about

For Dre Feddi, I’m pourin' fifty-nine bottles out, it’s Philthy