Jae Millz - The Walk In lyrics

(Intro) Millzy uh (Verse) Ok I know I still ain’t dropped my album, right? But my account’s still extracted and my swag’s still actin, call me 50 flights up Like a bachelor, bet your b**h think I’m platinum right? You wonderin why I’m still rappin, right? But my daughter got my hustle game in order And I don’t sh** bout Pampers but I’m learnin how to wrap em, right? n***as sales ain’t stackin right Your label f**ed up, album wasn’t packaged right I’m a student of that caine era EPMD Rakim, gold chain era I grew up in that real c**aine era Not this rap game c**aine era Them auyers on Broadway, you always had it sponsored links If you got it that was when you had to get it This ain’t rappin, this is real man’s talk from a real ma** n***a f** your favorite tell him save it, I don’t feel that n***a Got some young slimes that’ll k** that n***a With his coupe he went stearin and it’s real my n***a Money still multiplyin And my n***a still totin iron ‘Cause the diamonds on my body still blindin And a n***a might get fancy and we might have to remind him What bullets do to flesh, in your house swagged out End up a bloody mess, leave him stretched, nothing less Mothef** em! Nah, motherf** em all I show n***as love, they push my back against the wall And now I’m on it, giving all these kids grown men bars Back on my vintage sh**, the flow stone washed, n***a (Outro) Back on my vintage sh**, the flow stone washed DP2