billboard (feat. Dubb Saq)

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