billboard ft. Dubb Saq Lyrics

How you been Philly?

I been, feeling like nobody with me (oh yeah)

Feel like I'm the hottest in the muthafuckin city

I went on the radio, then I got a billboard

Said he need a hook, well I told him that's what Phil's for

Feel like I'm the one, feel like I'ma be great

All the love I gave you, pouring down the drain

Swear to God, being real's my muthafucking weakness

20 toes down, you can't even fucking teach this

So fucking broke, I been living off free shit (I have)

But I still got a dollar for you, holler if you need it

All these rappers paying for they numbers just to compete

Tryna move like Philly, but there's only one me (why?)

I've been through some shit, that I wish I could unsee

Got a hundred k but still ain't got one free

Welcome to first base, as I wave standing on three

Telling me, who would they look up to if it's not me

I've been in my bag, everything away, this ain't show and tell

Fumbling the bag, that's three hundred k

And he paid, otherwise his numbers would've fell

Well riddle me this (shit)

Who gone make it if it's not me

Standing up here on the muthafuckin hot seat (I am)

Listened to the haters for too long, they almost got me (I did)

Bitch I'm number one but, you might be top three (yeah)

When they done using me, then they gonna block me (they will)

Then they come crawling back

"I'm so proud of you and all of the progress you've made"

Please never talk to me again

It's all for the money

All of a sudden, they calling me buddy

I don't got nothing for none of you, but me

Eyeing my pockets, while saying you love me

You don't love shit, bitch who are you?

So don't hit my phone no more, 'cause we are not cool

Yeah I make her overdose off of these views

Yeah, we at the top, where there's clouds in the room

The peak of the mountain, we drowning in fame

I cut out my circle, it felt like a cage 

I exhale this herbal to numb out the pain, hey

Done with the games, show me what's real

Shoutout to Phil, 'cause he get how I feel

No I don't need a deal, I got big ideas

Pop out, put all my songs in museums

Ride around town in a foreign, no visa

Smoking, boy I be higher than Khalifa

Okay, okay, I need to see some

Can you tell me, what you fuck with me for