Philosophy Lyrics

Fidser

Manu productions

XENTIAL

(He ain't an opp, he's a fan

Ain't gon' work, won't settle for plans

Look at my face and look at my hands

Cut too deep, I'll do it again

I put some muscle to wear, now she on my body, get over there

She wasn't jackin' a skinny legend, look)

"Man who's XENTIAL?"

Don't know my name, then Google it

Got a girl that's from EC, she knows how to get real super lit

I could never fear no man, pull out my blade, make him dance, look

He bleeds just like me

Man down, he don't want to fight me

Want smoke? Then come and bite me

But put me on, how you gon' jack you XVK?

He don't got a hit, he don't got a stain

Get off my body, get out my way

Don't do apologies, opp thot can't help but bother me

My piece and cheese, for real that's my philosophy

They say I'm locally famous, every bitch I fucked, I'm in their playlist

Got a few of my crips who say I'm sanction, like

And this a PSA, I don't start the smoke, I handle it

No aim assist, when I shoot my shot I'm making it, facts

If you fuck with my opps, it's fuck you too

Live by my word, and die by that rule

On every track, my presence is there

Heart of a dog, mind of a bear

I don't like to talk, call me Ferb

Move tact, you do got to learn

Got gang in the cut, my fam like Phineas

My plans, they get real serious

"Bae I want to fly straight to Miami"

My love, that's what she tell me

So I double it back, let's go for the two

Past few months, I think about you

He ain't a fighter, that boy a hooper

Big X his own damn ooter

Can't even touch me without his shooters, like

He ain't an opp, he's a fan

Ain't gon' work, won't settle for plans

Look at my face and look at my hands

Cut too deep, I'll do it again

I put some muscle to wear, now she on my body, get over there

She wasn't jackin' a skinny legend, look

I got scars on my fist from every punk ass bitch who wanted smoke with me

I fuck with two of these girls, you know they're friends

Time to run them three's

Two of them girls, run them three's, like

Scars on my fists, want smoke with me?