Uh huh
Yeah
Uh huhBad things happen in Philadelphia
Yo
You take me out then we both goin′
Fear ain't a factor like Joe Rogan
When your heart and shoulder both frozen
Bullets through his shirt rippin′, now he Hulk Hogan
Shooter left his head drippin', now his soul glowin'
Huh
I see it all through the fish eye
Police taking Black lives, swear to god that if I
See another Black kid die
Start givin′ cops wings, maybe there′ll be justice when pigs fly
Killadel, you'll get dropped over Jordans
He was chillin′ last night, in the morning they mourn 'em
I put in work from Southwest to Tulpehocken and Morton
Who I was with? Not important
I am not an informant
These rappers all officers off beat, no Blueface
Talkin′ out they ass, find out how my shooter's shoe taste
Or get a chopper in your mouth like a tube of toothpaste
Bald heads poppin′ out that bitch, it's your due date baby
My story true as 2 Chainz, baby
Flow sick, feelin' like Mike in the flu game lately
Tryna son the kid but pussy, you ain′t raise me
I′ma have to choke a bitch, I'm the new Wayne Brady
Burnin′ sour in the whip, turn a pound into a zip
Countin' up the chips
Bad bitches drownin′ in the drip
She got talent in the lips
Fuck four half an hour then I dip
Every verse a round up in the clip
I'm reloaded
Personal
This is only business, never personal
When I roll this shit, you know it′s personal
When my stomach empty, make them hearses full
Don't take it personal
This is only business, never personal
When I roll this shit, you know it's personal
When my stomach empty, make them hearses full
Imperial mob
Philly like the city of God
Firmly in my hand is where the city belongs
I′m simply a don
All praise, give it to God
I don′t believe in miracles of the Wizard of Oz
It's a mirage
Yeah, you need to awake from that
A lot of men came to face me and never made it back
If I said it, I meant it and I won′t take it back
Blazin' at these maniacs who put my name in raps
Rest in peace to Young Christopher
A lot of men tried to stand next to me but wasn′t big enough
That boy sick, shit, it's like I′m spittin' up
They started bitin' my moves, I had to switch it up
It isn′t love that motivates my actions
I′m calculated and cold, the code of assassins
The new Action Jackson
I'm more like Sam, though
You more like Sambos
The bul cold Rambo
Personal
This is only business, never personal
When I roll this shit, you know it′s personal
When my stomach empty, make them hearses full
Don't take it personal
This is only business, never personal
When I roll this shit, you know it′s personal
When my stomach empty, make them hearses full
