歌词
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!