Philly Shit
Yamine
GENRE
(Verse 1)
At 13 I found out my father had two other kids
I was the oldest but Adeja was born in 96
DJ in 89, I was a little kid
Fighting off all these demons, getting kicked out the crib
My story is struggle, like all of these rappers say
Mine is so bad, I’m sending Hollywood my screenplay
I love to tell stories, I’m more fond to the fake
I wish I could fly out this world and take a break
Now I never had thoughts of suicide so don’t think I’m crazy
I’m not too weak, THINK, I don’t give up I’m just lazy
This is a message to my elder brother named Danny
Get your fucking life together and stop playing maybe
Bitch you a rival, not an idol, nigga you crazy
In and out of jail and you blame it on dad
At least he ain’t the superbowl making the family look bad
We have the same last name, but you don’t care about that
You laugh, gag and give your life to the crack
R.I.P DMX but doesn’t he teach you a lesson
X was a father, reasonable person with lots of progression
You are a lame bitch, son of a runaway
Dad might’ve left but bitch you are Danny Hayes
The son with the J.R. no wonder I ain’t equal
I know your moms gone, I feel for you bro
You suppose to be setting examples, and don’t run to your little bros
Look at Buhlistek making rhymes cuz he saw me do it
BJ was a drummer boy, but I brought him into this rap music
Nigga you a hoe ass nigga doing nothing with your life
33 years old and you still haven’t found you a wife
Talking crazy about pops but atleast he knows how to settle down
You fuck the same chicks, rich licks robbed and kicked out of town
Nigga I’mma be the first to have a bitch in a gown
I don’t speak on children sorry big sis I’m not around
It’s not hesitation or zero dedication, its lack of transportation
Oldest with the license, but my younger brothers take it
I reached out, but yo ass be hella busy
You a momma working hella jobs, just like my mom busy
Peyton needs some help, and also little King
A nickname from me, cuz he be shining
He might have tons of hopes, but I provide the dreams
Judy wasn’t mean, she was the first to understand me
Me and Isaih never connected and I’m not talking RAY RAY
It’s the one called Morgan with the business in his name
I wish we could speak cuz I know your sons my age
We could’ve been kickin, but ya’ll to far away
Whole family of mobsters, robbers and monsters
Niggas get shot, and dumped into the water
Shoutout Kwame bro you stealing from Tommy
You was a lame in the pros, now you arguing with nobodies
T.S. I meant this in all due respect
Not to diss you I’m giving props unlike your loose pet
Cancel this culture vulture yeah I said it you fucking snake
Fan of a man for 6 years then flip him over like steak
At 13 I found out my father had two other kids
I was the oldest but Adeja was born in 96
DJ in 89, I was a little kid
Fighting off all these demons, getting kicked out the crib
My story is struggle, like all of these rappers say
Mine is so bad, I’m sending Hollywood my screenplay
I love to tell stories, I’m more fond to the fake
I wish I could fly out this world and take a break
Now I never had thoughts of suicide so don’t think I’m crazy
I’m not too weak, THINK, I don’t give up I’m just lazy
This is a message to my elder brother named Danny
Get your fucking life together and stop playing maybe
Bitch you a rival, not an idol, nigga you crazy
In and out of jail and you blame it on dad
At least he ain’t the superbowl making the family look bad
We have the same last name, but you don’t care about that
You laugh, gag and give your life to the crack
R.I.P DMX but doesn’t he teach you a lesson
X was a father, reasonable person with lots of progression
You are a lame bitch, son of a runaway
Dad might’ve left but bitch you are Danny Hayes
The son with the J.R. no wonder I ain’t equal
I know your moms gone, I feel for you bro
You suppose to be setting examples, and don’t run to your little bros
Look at Buhlistek making rhymes cuz he saw me do it
BJ was a drummer boy, but I brought him into this rap music
Nigga you a hoe ass nigga doing nothing with your life
33 years old and you still haven’t found you a wife
Talking crazy about pops but atleast he knows how to settle down
You fuck the same chicks, rich licks robbed and kicked out of town
Nigga I’mma be the first to have a bitch in a gown
I don’t speak on children sorry big sis I’m not around
It’s not hesitation or zero dedication, its lack of transportation
Oldest with the license, but my younger brothers take it
I reached out, but yo ass be hella busy
You a momma working hella jobs, just like my mom busy
Peyton needs some help, and also little King
A nickname from me, cuz he be shining
He might have tons of hopes, but I provide the dreams
Judy wasn’t mean, she was the first to understand me
Me and Isaih never connected and I’m not talking RAY RAY
It’s the one called Morgan with the business in his name
I wish we could speak cuz I know your sons my age
We could’ve been kickin, but ya’ll to far away
Whole family of mobsters, robbers and monsters
Niggas get shot, and dumped into the water
Shoutout Kwame bro you stealing from Tommy
You was a lame in the pros, now you arguing with nobodies
T.S. I meant this in all due respect
Not to diss you I’m giving props unlike your loose pet
Cancel this culture vulture yeah I said it you fucking snake
Fan of a man for 6 years then flip him over like steak
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