Philly Heathans Lyrics

I was told to never make a play on my brother if I got some
And never war with my brother, especially if y'all both don't got nothing
Learned that from my mother
But in them streets is when I got some
So many people dying around me, I feel like I see God coming

Mamas doing stop the violence marches, they ain't gonna stop nothing
Kings killing kings and end up running when the cops coming
End up with PDs and take a deal for thirty-five, son
Go upstairs, sweep, and get some money from your mom, son
They ain't really lied, youngin, I tell it to you realer
I tell you how I feel, even if you in your feelings
Ain't nothing really thorough about sharing showers with a nigga
Playing chess so many hours, mind games with all the killers
I know the routes
I told my youngin, "If you beefing, why you going out?
On the 'Gram giving up lows, oh, you showing out?
Catch a fema for a hoe, that's how y'all going out?
Slime your man about a hoe, that's how y'all thought about it?"
I've been keeping it chill, shit, I can't tell you I don't know about it
He's so deep in the field, went for the fourth, they knocked the soul out him
I was in Beverly Hills, I got the call and I ain't hear about it
All I did was shake my head and think to myself, "I told him about it"

Don't follow the heathens
23 and 1, never get to see the sun in the evening
Don't follow the heathens
Cold in the coffin, you can't get the rework when you sleeping

My youngin in the graveyard wasn't tryna win no gold yard
He could've been like me, he said he wanna be like O-Dog
They shot him in his head, I seen the shit look like a mohawk
Nobody wasn't even in there, his mama had to turn the controller off
Treacherous
It was him and his sister when he took his last breath for his road dog
Grandmama, she ain't wanna touch him, all them hollows on him
Listening to his PO knowing he should've had his pole on him, damn
Follow the heathens
If you ain't playing, hollows get even
My youngin tired of sliding, and now he gotta play defense
Them killers want his body, he gonna die as a demon
Fuck it
He had turned his demon up when he had got them Glocks
He had turned into a boss when he had got them blocks
And when he spinning, there ain't no winning, they can't even block a shot
And once we send a nigga, we send you praying to God or not
He went to following them heathens, that shit got him shot
He got to speaking about Meek and them, it got him rocked
Ain't been too deep up in them streets, I'm in and out them spots
It's crazy, we started off as friends, but they had died as opps
We got money by the stack, bitches by the racks
Shaq will lock me in the back before I die a rat
Nigga never got my jewels, I had to buy 'em back
I throw a switchy on that Mac, can knock him out his hat
Still'll get you chased by a masked man
Caught him at the club with his bitch, that was his last dance
Smoke with me, better take your glizzy to the trash can
'Cause I've been in the trenches telling the shooters, "You a half man, half bitch"
And I've been this way since I ain't had shit
Leaders in the town, hands down like thirty past six
Anybody going against the gang get in a casket
And we don't show no sympathy to pussies, we laugh

Sun don't shine forever
Can't provide space for the heathens
Even when we're grieving, we gotta shield off them demons
They love to hide until we're feasting
The heathens start creeping, crawling
They tryna pin you to a wall and invade your space
Setting up secret traps for you to fall in
Don't let 'em force you to fall down
Remember that you fire
Remember that smoke rises
You wanna make a deal with the devil, tell me, was worth compromising?
You jump in your sleep, nightmares got a hand on your throat
Got you questioning your dreams, now you're choking
Unhealthy air quality, sometimes I wonder who controls the climate
But Mr. Fidel stay sharp, I mean, it's how God designed 'em
One thing for sure: those demons and heathens are real
And it's only one way to rid 'em, you gotta kill 'em
You can't please 'em
So try your best to stay away from them heathens