"January 30th: King Of Oakland" lyrics
(Funk or die)
It's Philthy, nigga
Long conversations with J-Bay
Can't imagine much I sent through the J-Pay
I cut everybody off that was in my past
How I end up the richest nigga in my class
Them niggas pick sides so stay over there
It's funny all them fell off while they was over there
Both baby mamas filed child support
Probably in the Gucci tux when I slide the court
I ain't talk to my kids in like three weeks
I guess they mamas tryna turn them both against me
The crazy thing about it that they almost grown
And I remember when she cheated when I was almost home
Fear more powerful than love, nigga
I would have been lined them up if I ain't love niggas
They hate me so bad they make up anything about me
They had to let me go, couldn't get a thing about me
The car your nigga drive, my bitch got in the driveway
She been out of town trapping for like nine days
I'm the king of Oakland, who hotter than me?
I gave you niggas all the game and you got it for free
All hundreds, no twenties, that's fake flexing
Fake rappers from my city, I'ma stay pressing
20 dollars show, I'm booked up out of state
It's 2020, we ain't tolerating nothing fake
Thinkin' bout that rose truck and that G-Wagon
Every time I talk my shit they say I be braggin'
All these chains came from [?] Gary, Carl and Ben
FaceTime from the pen, me [?] then
Cartier's on my face, yeah, they came from Hutch
A hundred thou all blues, you ain't never touch
Johnny got me flawless, remember I was carless
Lost my best friend to the streets, now they say I'm heartless
My bitch used to say she love me, now she say she hate me
But everything I did for her, she ain't never thank me
She went and fucked another nigga tryna get me back
But now she blowin' up my phone tryna get me back
Signed to the same label as the opps
They gon play favoritism to whoever hot
These niggas must forgot who really put em on
But smiling niggas faces knowing they don't get along
East Oakland legend like Gary Payton
Never sell my soul or marry Satan
Boxin' papers on that Rollie, it was never worn
January 30, the king was born
It's Philthy, nigga
Long conversations with J-Bay
Can't imagine much I sent through the J-Pay
I cut everybody off that was in my past
How I end up the richest nigga in my class
Them niggas pick sides so stay over there
It's funny all them fell off while they was over there
Both baby mamas filed child support
Probably in the Gucci tux when I slide the court
I ain't talk to my kids in like three weeks
I guess they mamas tryna turn them both against me
The crazy thing about it that they almost grown
And I remember when she cheated when I was almost home
Fear more powerful than love, nigga
I would have been lined them up if I ain't love niggas
They hate me so bad they make up anything about me
They had to let me go, couldn't get a thing about me
The car your nigga drive, my bitch got in the driveway
She been out of town trapping for like nine days
I'm the king of Oakland, who hotter than me?
I gave you niggas all the game and you got it for free
All hundreds, no twenties, that's fake flexing
Fake rappers from my city, I'ma stay pressing
20 dollars show, I'm booked up out of state
It's 2020, we ain't tolerating nothing fake
Thinkin' bout that rose truck and that G-Wagon
Every time I talk my shit they say I be braggin'
All these chains came from [?] Gary, Carl and Ben
FaceTime from the pen, me [?] then
Cartier's on my face, yeah, they came from Hutch
A hundred thou all blues, you ain't never touch
Johnny got me flawless, remember I was carless
Lost my best friend to the streets, now they say I'm heartless
My bitch used to say she love me, now she say she hate me
But everything I did for her, she ain't never thank me
She went and fucked another nigga tryna get me back
But now she blowin' up my phone tryna get me back
Signed to the same label as the opps
They gon play favoritism to whoever hot
These niggas must forgot who really put em on
But smiling niggas faces knowing they don't get along
East Oakland legend like Gary Payton
Never sell my soul or marry Satan
Boxin' papers on that Rollie, it was never worn
January 30, the king was born
