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