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jae millz - the walk in lyrics

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[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-tch 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-t bout pampers but i’m learnin how to wrap em, right?
n-ggas sales ain’t stackin right
your label f-cked 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 cocaine era
not this rap game cocaine era
them auyers on broadway, you always had it
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 m-ss n-gga
f-ck your favorite tell him save it, i don’t feel that n-gga
got some young slimes that’ll k!ll that n-gga
with his coupe he went stearin and it’s real my n-gga
money still multiplyin
and my n-gga still totin iron
’cause the diamonds on my body still blindin
and a n-gga might get fancy and we might have to remind him
what bullets do to flesh, in your house swagged out
end up a bl–dy mess, leave him stretched, nothing less
mothef-ck em!
nah, motherf-ck em all
i show n-ggas 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-t, the flow stone washed, n-gga

[outro:]
back on my vintage sh-t, the flow stone washed
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