Philly Special

[Verse 1: Amir Ali]
My young'un seventeen, he died before this song dropped
He still alive, but if he live, it be a long shot
His mom high, his daddy dead, he got his own Glock
Told me he beefing with some niggas from his own block
Yeah, long as the ends justify the means
Long as them niggas get high then I supply the fiends
And long as niggas want this smoke then I apply the steam
A tank will divide and conquer, get back and divide the cream
You know it ain't no "I" in "Team" but there's an "I" in "Winning"
This shit eye-for-eye so let 'em know if you gon' ride with them
You in the picture, he gon' tie you in
And he be hiding right outside whatever crib niggas be hiding in
So there's hurt code and there's trust shot
And he got buck shots for niggas that would die over their bus stop
Before he let a nigga slide, he'd rather let his gun pop
And have you duck shots, put all you niggas in a tough spot
Fucking with a stripper, throw her cash, he using her spot
The money and the drugs be in her bag, look like a lunchbox
I only know this shit because the stripper gave me her drop
That's when he heard that gunshot

[Verse 2: OT The Real]
They just dropped another star up in the making
They ain't find a trap compartment but the car still getting taken
Keep your honour, just be patient, keep it on you, there's still hatred
Every corner, there's someone like you who never made it
I had to cut 'em like a bracelet
The days went slow and nowhere to go, ducking a state bid
But you ain't got no opps, you just got fake friends
My bro running for a body already, looking at me like, "Say when"
Say who, I learned from this game too
Stay hungry, make money, the money won't make you
Gotta hustle your way through, my dawg violated parole, he escaped blues
My phone died out on the road from a paid show
But all's I know's I couldn't wait to make it home
Turn it back on and make moves
The trap was my trade school, we active so play it cool
The new crack is the K2 but you stack with the fake blues
Say it ain't true, knife in my back, damn, say it ain't you
Wish you made it here too but nothing's promised
And they ain't find nothing on us
Move wrong, you getting sent to whoever you pray to