Lyrics:
I wanna sit out on the front porch
But I don't have a front porch
I've got some metal stairs that walk up to my apartment
It's where my friends smoke
The dream is a paycheck at the end of the week
Waitin' tables, makin' small talk out back on your break
The dream is a one bedroom walk-up
mo sittin outside it won't be none
I took lessons, No losses
Stop confessing Just talking
This Vale wanna rap like VALEE spare me nigga park it
Walk up
She gone ask me Mulaa Thats a rocket in yo pocket?
Told that bih hell nah I left them shits in yo apartment
If we walk up on yo block you know we
I care too much
While you don't even care at all
It's just sad that you don't even care
I walk up the stairs to your apartment and I feel small
they business, you heard me
And we the main reason
For all them walk ups and squeezing
Shells drop and homicide leaving
I ain't gone leave you breathing
Nigga aye, back on the track I had to talk shit
They say JD back rappin he finna walk shit
Pull up to yo' nana apartment
Bro ain't got no car no more cuz'
Walk up in the party like I'm partying. Gonna act a fool, this is what I'm going to do
Jump out the whip, I get that good news. Step out the house with
this
Yo, ayy, ayy
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch
You know I'm
To my
Lets go
Apartment front door
To my forgotten place
Forgotten place
The thought of you as I
I walk up the steps to my
To my
Apartment front door
Costco
Bored at my apartment bout to take a trip to Glasgow
I can’t feel a way, god willing yeah yeah yeah
Anytime of day got the bag on us hey yeah
Walk
than them African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up and wild like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't
this apartment
Tell them that I spent all my bands on you
Throw it in my face, I dare you
I hear you calling to me
If I fall, will i bleed
Walk up in my
We grew up in apartments stayed on the top floor had to to walk up the steps
And before that we all stayed on Claremont 3 deep in the bed
I had
talking all that shit bitch where the ratchet at
I don't give a fuck walk up on em like gimme that.
She tried to walk up in my house bitch where yo baggage
me walk up out it, yeah
I'm just getting started
Damn these past years took a lot up out me
Yea I done some dirt ain't tryna talk about it
I been in
Well cleaned apartment, apartment
In the morning I walk up I'm ready for the night time to begin
And what's that over there on my pillow someone
a star when I walk up in the place
I ain't got time to play, put all hundreds in your face
Put them hunnids in your face, okay, okay
Put 'em in your
got a model gettin' loose
And I never party 'less I got some bottles in the booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin'
Daniel-san
Feel my geniune draft, not filla'
I could walk up in a church a start a Mosh Pit up
Yeah, I bring the pain
11th member of the Wu-Tang, my flow
Walk up to the counter with no will like a fatalist
Only white boy in the store full of closet segregationists
Define irony: we stole the land from
I've never dwelled on leaving
Only getting somewhere
But darling I'll miss these evenings
In my fourth floor walk-up
Villagers stumbling below
and I smoke nigga (nigga)
Blue rags ignite the fire
Freddy and Jason out, they forgot about Michael Myers
No chasin', walk up on you, I won't waste it
gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
When I walk up in the mall with that big ass stack
Fresh kicks fresh boes with
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