Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Apartment , by - RJmrLA. Release date: 08.08.2019
Song language: English
Apartment |
| Cocaine residue, bitch, clean them pots out |
| Never seen pure, bitch? |
| This what rappers talk 'bout |
| Eyes are the windows to the soul, look in my house |
| I’m the brains of the operation, duct tape your mom mouth |
| Crime route, yeah I took it, I grew up a ballplayer |
| Feed my fuel to the air like a carburetor |
| Half my homies went to the league, I went to county jail |
| Twin towers and a spur, but I’m out on bail |
| I don’t tell, do the time for me and my crimey |
| Need all the flash in my face like a ID |
| Rodney, I’m a junior and a shooter |
| Bring the thunder, shit, okay, see you do it sooner |
| Man, I grew up in them 'partments where my granny was the landlord |
| And the windows had bars like a metaphor |
| Basketball, I lurked in the alley, we played half-court |
| No net, just a rim and a backboard |
| Oh, them apartments |
| From apartments to the projects |
| Grew up living in apartments |
| Every day was just like a contest |
| Same difference in them apartments |
| Same difference in every hood I been in |
| Ah, livin' in them apartments (All my niggas, all my niggas) |
| Ah, my niggas in apartments, 'ments |
| All my niggas in the pen (All my niggas, all my niggas) |
| Caught 'em living in them apartments |
| All them losses taught us to win (Oh-oh, shit) |
| I was 'bout three years old when I met Luda |
| Not Chris, Liu Kang, come and kick it with a trooper |
| Lauren went to Fremont, he was my recruiter |
| Used to ditch and go to D spot back when they was cooler |
| Change ruler, made moola and paid dues up |
| Trap like, got my |
| Deuce block, 'cross from Vanguard duckin' school cops |
| Any nigga push the sand car keep a tool cocked |
| Big D always vouched for a G |
| Gave clothes off his back and the shoes from his feet |
| I put my soul on every track, I rebuke your jealousy |
| In the villas we be strapped like two baby seats, ayy |
| RJ? |
| Nah, R-motherfuck-a lame |
| A-Ps to the projects, we all the same |
| A-Ps or the Rolex? |
| No time to waste |
| How the fuck 12 got the remote to all the gates? |
| Oh, them apartments |
| From apartments to the projects |
| Grew up living in apartments |
| Every day was just like a contest |
| Same difference in them apartments |
| Same difference in every hood I been in |
| Ah, livin' in them apartments (All my niggas, all my niggas) |
| Ah, my niggas in apartments, 'ments |
| All my niggas in the pen (All my niggas, all my niggas) |
| Caught 'em living in them apartments |
| All them losses taught us to win (Oh-oh) |
| Ohh, oh God |
| Ohh, oh-oh |
| Ohh, oh God |
| Ohh, oh-oh |
| Ohh, aah-oh |
| Ohh, oh God |