Rolls Truck Paroles

I turned my losess into wins and I ain't look back
King of Oakland, no debating that
Selling dope in front the barber shop, I was shaving crack
See, I really came from public housing
No public defender, lawyer costs a couple hundred thousand
Two fifty for this watch, this ain't a grill
I watched niggas turn fake I used to think was real
I put the city on the map and they ain't thank me still
Fresh prince of Seminary, rest in peace to Uncle Phil
I left a couple million in my will
For lil' Ant and Phil, they know they daddy in the field
We gon' take it to the box, fuck your plea deal
And I can't sign a record deal for under three mill'
Been wearing Gucci five years straight
You just started getting money five years late
Niggas lying 'bout skits that they never did
And he said he want exotic, but I gave him mid
These rap niggas cap like they work at Lids
I'm an upper-class nigga, rest in peace to Trig
A hundred rosé bottles sittin' in the fridge Rolls Cullinan, richest nigga coming out of my city
It's Philthy