wally left - welch chamberlain lyrics
breaks and the gold chain
i keep my whole name low
but momma call me skinny kenny, no game
used to wanna be a player
let the game give me the faith one time
then i dip off the radar
yo, i just got off the pearly white steed
breeze easy with the dirty mics
ain’t a sneaker head but value the culture
pops had some ogs last summer, asked where they at
he told me that he sold them but he was out there
yo, pounds for being down, we dealing crowns here
crafting royalty out of the soil’
wally never clocking for skinnies, yo, i ain’t salvador dali
my standards are probably outlandish and n-gg-s who could outland them
i throw a line and then these fish in the sea
is at the tip of my fingertips like piano keys
so my vital organs on my forearms’
greats and the gold chain, that’s what i’m copping early
only love her if her hair curly
it’s a cold game, only dap if you was there when it seems like i appear from thin air
got your stamp of approval like’airs
b-tch players cozy enough to the trophies
but when it goes down you know who to hold down
the yg and the grapes and gold links, the grapes and gold links
porsche chilling, i’m’act like they offering me checks
really i’m hardly recognized, reclusive is how i maneuver
but fools flock together, call my click a few
two times the dudes you ride around’
bet that i’m cool with you if you’re doing you
and’to my fam for not boxing me in that cubicle
you didn’t have to support me, that’s real and i love you for it
greats and the gold chain, that’s what i’m copping early
only love her if her hair curly
it’s a cold game, only dap if you was there when it seems like i appear from thin air
got your stamp of approval like’airs
b-tch players cozy enough to the trophies
but when it goes down you know who to hold down
the yg and the grapes and gold links, the grapes and gold links
t–zy calling me his yg’
that’s well confusing but i still vibe with the music
lot of my homies rapping, a lot of them struggle
lot of rappers is average and i’m most likely to bubble
i was never in ghettos, was never in it to get all’
it’s funny ’cause i’ve been laying low
and i can see my hand shaking harder than haiti
if i was in front of a crowd’
regardless, i gotta prove i got heart, kid got smart
and i’ll listen to my soul
i can only hope that it glistens when i flow
wally signing out, i’m about my syncos and my gold
greats and the gold chain, that’s what i’m copping early
only love her if her hair curly
it’s a cold game, only dap if you was there when it seems like i appear from thin air
got your stamp of approval like’airs
b-tch players cozy enough to the trophies
but when it goes down you know who to hold down
the yg and the grapes and gold links, the grapes and gold links
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