The Walk In

[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 bitch 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 shit bout Pampers but I'm learnin how to wrap em, right? Niggas sales ain't stackin right Your label fucked 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 mass nigga Fuck your favorite tell him save it, I don't feel that nigga Got some young slimes that'll kill that nigga With his coupe he went stearin and it's real my nigga Money still multiplyin And my nigga still totin iron Cause the diamonds on my body still blindin And a nigga might get fancy and we might have to remind him What bullets do to flesh, in your house swagged out End up a bloody mess, leave him stretched, nothing less Mothefuck em! Nah, motherfuck em all I show niggas 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 shit, the flow stone washed, nigga [Outro:] Back on my vintage shit, the flow stone washed DP2