Wally Left - Kept It '88 lyrics

[Verse 1: Wally Left] This is patented braggadocio Still ain't text that broad back and my coke still on the coaster This is for my homies telling coast to get his dough up And the honey dips shown love that ain't jumping ship I kept it '88! Champ rings on my fingers Ya lady's a swinger I could've jacked her bases like Jackie I swing the louisville Game like j**s be with the loot Trying to take it back? You blow. You like Zelda with the flute I'm seldom with recruits, my whole squad solid Yo broad saw it, if I wanted i'd slide a glove on Beat it up like Muhammad Nah, I ain't bout it. You can chill the f** out Your gums bumping? You can get drug out the dug out I was Benny in the sandlot Fresh out the sandbox I swung and hit it out of the park to the trash man's lot I gots no luck so I don't gamble at the damn slots Still I hit a jackpot like a lick at the hash man's spot I ought to be hall of fame… i'm '88 Dodger worthy My tapes are free.99… I can't even cop a jersey I read Decoded, trying to get my mogul on It's "Left Coast Get The Money" or "Left Go Get Ya Homeless On" They hate when n***as sell out I swear they hate stepping out the house and shelling out A Benjamin for an album when labels deal em out more What for?? It's f**ing sickening how Ya music is what they feeling. Release date comes around and *crickets* You switch up and then they're livid Y'all don't deserve opinions That's just what I observed from the curb… i'm chillin But get 'em slugger Base runner on the ba** on a daily basis Heart of a dodger taught him the basics Playboy, hold up, you talking about Wally? You got to watch him son He a new jack, if you eaten he Robinson! n***a be jacking them bases like pewm, pewm, pewm! World series champ sh**! That's how it's lookin' boy My name Left. I'm nothing like them Brooklyn boys Cuz I Kept It '88!