walkd0wn

Intro

Yeah

Uh

Grr

Blatt

Chorus

I was broke in the bricks now the paper don't quit

Pockets stuffed to the stitch I ain't never gon trip

Talk down get a visit from the walkdown clique

Bitch

I was broke in the bricks now the paper don't quit

Verse 1

Ten toes in the field I ain't never been scared

Only circle I keep is the ones who was there

Out the mud out the dark I was taught how to grind

Cuban links on my chest and a glizzy behind

Whole squad in the whip we ain't pulling up friendly

I be riding through Memphis with a bag full of plenty

Say my name in the street better say it with respect

Opps steady dropping left and right when we slide

Chorus

I was broke in the bricks now the paper don't quit

Pockets stuffed to the stitch I ain't never gon trip

Talk down get a visit from the walkdown clique

Bitch

I was broke in the bricks now the paper don't quit

Post-Chorus

Grrah grrah

Yeah yeah

Grrah grrah

Yeah

Verse 2

Count a hundred in the trap by the light of a phone

All my dogs in the zone ain't a one of em gone

Fuck an opp fuck a snitch I don't play with the rats

Miami hoes on the line wanna see where I'm at

I don't trust I don't bend I just handle my biz

Every dollar I flip get me closer to rich

She gon ride for the paper she don't ask what it is

If you reach for my chain you gon meet the whole clip

Chorus

I was broke in the bricks now the paper don't quit

Pockets stuffed to the stitch I ain't never gon trip

Talk down get a visit from the walkdown clique

Bitch

I was broke in the bricks now the paper don't quit

Post-Chorus

Grrah grrah

Yeah yeah

Grrah grrah

Yeah

Bridge

Loyal to the soil

Loyal to the grave

Never switch never fold

I was built for the pain

Chorus

I was broke in the bricks now the paper don't quit

Pockets stuffed to the stitch I ain't never gon trip

Talk down get a visit from the walkdown clique

Bitch

I was broke in the bricks now the paper don't quit

Post-Chorus

Grrah grrah

Yeah yeah

Grrah grrah

Yeah