[Intro]
(WoodOnDaBeat)
(Funk or Die)

[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
Sem City stepper, I been doin' it since a youngin’
Blew a dub up at Neiman, stack a hundred
You ain't talkin' ’bout no paper, what the fuck is you discussin'?
Bad bitch with no pap' look disgustin'
Thirty pointers gleamin' on my face, ho, these buffies
Everybody shinin', people think I signed with Puffy
I'm from 62nd, not the block, we on the money
Reachin' for my chain, I’ma feed your ass a hundred

[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
I got the ball, Lil’ Tre, the up-and-comin'
Told my n***as, "Let the haters talk, we gettin’ money"
Always smokin' Za, I'm in a meeting smellin' musty
Keep the .40 with me just in case this shit get ugly
Everybody shinin’, Rolliеs on, chains bustin'
Let my mama say she need a dub, it ain't nothin'
The city fuckin' with us 'causе they know we never frontin'
Got it out the mud, ain't no n***a gave us nothin'
Put in hard work and long nights just to thumb it
Blow the backend, then hit the streets and start crunchin'
Knew I was a hustler, at my granny's, servin' junkies
Now I rap on beats, gettin' paid, n***a, monthly
Took a sixth of Wock' and poured it up, I'm sippin' muddy
Never laugh if he doin' bad, it ain't funny
Came a long way from them trenches, it was ugly
Thank God that we winnin', gettin' money
[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
Sem City stepper, I been doin' it since a youngin'
Blew a dub up at Neiman, stack a hundred
You ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, what the fuck is you discussin'?
Bad bitch with no pap' look disgustin'
Thirty pointers gleamin' on my face, ho, these buffies
Everybody shinin', people think I signed with Puffy
I'm from 62nd, not the block, we on the money
Reachin' for my chain, I'ma feed your ass a hundred

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Look, can't believe pain took the stand
Chef in the kitchen, I'm the one who cooks your mans
Slid in the Hellcat, we should've took the van
Drop a bag on a n***a, blow my advance
Before I bow down to these n***as, have my funeral in they town
Five-O ready a n***a's cell for a shake down
I was broke on my birthday but I got cake now
All the fake n***as real and all the real n***as fake now
N***as wasn't doin' hood things in Oakland 'til I did it
I was wishin' and hopin' for a million 'til I did it
Brought food to the table for my n***as just to split it
Signed Toohda to the label, told Ghazi we could split it
Real Sem City stepper
It's spicy in the streets, you gotta keep the pepper
If you ain't more than mine, ain't tryna hear your lecture
Cookin' dope, tryna bring back the right texture, it's Philth
[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
Sim City stepper, I been doin' it since a youngin'
Blew a dub up at Neiman, stack a hundred
You ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, what the fuck is you discussin'?
Bad bitch with no pap' look disgustin'
Thirty pointers gleamin' on my face, ho, these buffies
Everybody shinin', people think I signed with Puffy
I'm from 62nd, not the block, we on the money
Reachin' for my chain, I'ma feed your ass a hundred