Lyrics Walkin' - Broth3r feat. King Loot & TrillyJay

Im much more influential
Then they sell it
Let em tell it
Tell it any other way
And its simply just embellished
Take a zippy out the tray
Blow it straight to the face
Still remembering the days
When my n*ggas had me lace but
Now it aint been a trace of em
N*ggas want to come and race something
Where was you at when I was walkin
Where was you at when I was walkin
Uh
It aint a problem
Had to crawl on my own
My mommy came home
And had to get pop on the phone like
Why you gone let em do
Whatever he come up with
You know the kid imaganitive why you put up with
We aint puttin' up with your shit no mo
When you come through and talk about your click some mo
We already know that you aint gone get passed the dough
Cause my n*gga is the door man
And I told him dont let him in
Knot fold like a pocket square
Gotta be a couple grand
If you can tell them lies some mo
You'll prolly be tied with him
Im much more influential
Then they sell it
Let em tell it
Tell it any other way
And its simply just embellished
Take a zippy out the tray
Blow it straight to the face
Still remembering the days
When my n*ggas had me lace but
Now it aint been a trace of em
N*ggas want to come and race something
Where was you at when I was walkin
(King Loot)
Let em tell it
If he talkin down its just embellished
New choppah
I am with the beef like its relish
Im the King need a relic
Fanny pack stuffed with lettuce
Im with Brother he my Brother
He gone ride
We can bet it
Let him talk it
He walkin
I valet park the benz when I walk in
Every other night I swear I dream about lost friends
Spent a couple thousand in my lifetime in lost ends
You know ima boss
You cross him
And you lost in Locked in glove dont fit
Johnny Cochran
They lying on the work
And the birds they flockin
Fuck fame I just want an island and a drop benz
(TrillyJayy)
Trill
They said if I was fiyah
Then I would drop hits
Low quality bangers
Dropped a couple small hits
My foes be the lamest
Ways they move cant comprehend
Prolly used to be ya friend
Now it just aint like back then
Knew they had a fuckin whip
Thats why they had me walk for them
Thats why this man cant tell me shit
I dont need no back up plan
Crimes in class
The school got hit
After graduation
The sound of four years got me sick
Swaying on the sea ship
Imprisoned bars just aint for me
So I cant let that soda flip
But what else if im doing
If my verses dont get spit
Aint going to school
Then really man I aint doing shit
In my Dads basement smoking opposite of mids
Niggas aint relating
I dont got no love for them
They thought that they was walking
When I couldnt call for shit
Trill!