Apartment

Freddy Ruger on the track

Paupa got beats making history, on god!

[Verse 1]

******* residue, *****, clean them pots out

Never seen pure, *****? This what rappers talk 'bout

Eyes are the windows to the soul, look in my house

Brains of the operation, duck 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 im out on bail

I don't tell, do the time for me and my crimees

Need all the flash in my face like a I.D

Rodney, I'm a junior and a shooter

Bring the thunder, ****, okay, see you do it sooner

Man I grew up in apartments where my granny was the landlord

And the windows had bars like a metaphor

Basketball, I lurked in the alley, we playing half-court

No net, just a rim and a backboard

[Chorus]

Oh, them apartments (Apartments to the projects)

Grew up living in apartments

Every day where a cop hits

[?] In every hood [?]

All my *****s [?]

Caught them living in them apartments

All them losses taught us to win

[Verse 2]

****

I was 'bout three years old when I met Luda

Not Chris, [?] kicking with a trooper

[?] he was my recruiter

Used to ditch and go to [?]

Any ***** push the sand cart, keep a tool ****ed

[?]

Clothes off his back and the shoes from his feet

I put my soul on every track, I rebuked your jealousy

And the feelings we be strapped like two baby seats

RJ? No R-mother-****-LA

AP's to the projects, we all the same

AP's or the Rolex, no time to waste

How the **** 12 got the remote to all the gates?

[Chorus]

Oh, them apartments (Apartments in the projects)

Grew up living in apartments

Every day where a cop hits

[?] In every hood [?]

All my *****s [?]

Caught them living in them apartments

All them losses taught us to win

[Outro]

Ohhhhhh, oh God!

Ohhhhhh, oh-h

Ohhhhhh, oh God!

Ohhhhhh, oh-h

Ohhhhhh, aah-oh!

Ohhhhhh, oh God!