paroles de chanson Walk - Nelchy

Keys in the door cause I got a push start
Feel too clean in a brand new car
Spend my money cause I work real hard
I leave my mark like a real dark scar
Q five oh white paint like a blur
I'm back in blood, no Shiesty no Durk
Still been writing, head down I work
Still been writing, head down I work

Total my car that don't mean I stop
Still find a way imma make it to the top
Pop Pop passed away, I still don't believe it
Imma rep that man till the day I'm leaving
Money been tight but I found a way to thrive
Imma hold my own, no cap no lie
No cap no lie, ye ye I said it
Wanna switch on me ha ha ha bet it
Switch on Nelchy ha ha ha bet it
Imma laugh at you when you regret it
Soft inside like an overgrown teddy
Ice in my blood like I came from a yeti
Imma turn up the night
If you ready I'm ready
Ready for the fame
Yea I'm ready for the walk
Opinion bout me, that don't mean you talk
Drop that chain imma buy em all
Stocked up keys like an auto mall
One of the realest
I'm loyal as ever
Soon as you cross me
Tossed out like the devil
I'm focused as ever
I swear that I'm level
Give 'em some gas
In the coupe yea I'm revvin
Take it to the top
Like a stairway to heaven
Persistent in my craft
Each song I get better
Hot like a bullet
Straight outta beretta
Which track making money
Ion think it matter
Step up to the plate
Like a roundhouse batter
If the money like a full course meal
I'll get fatter
Shooting for the stars
I just passed Saturn
I just passed Saturn
In a rocket I'm moving
See the smoke behind
Like a train I'm chooing
Lot on my plate
This boy been chewing
Space walk like a jedi
No chewy

I'm back in the plane
Yea yea
This feeling insane
Yea yea
I am to blame
Yea yea
For changing the game
Oh no
Do your own thing
Mm mm
I'm taking the reign
Mm mm
Not chasing the fame
Mm mm
Mm mmm

I'm back in the plane
Seeing different cities
Third stream of income
You can tell I'm busy
Grind been ugly
Ain none bout it pretty
Started from nothing
I won't ever be greedy
My work so tuff
I won't work for a freebie
I take my time
My work near perfect
Need some advice
Just keep on working
Making music for a year
The exposure I deserve it
My voice so clean
Washed down in detergent
Roll Tide my city
Every win we earn it
Way I was raised
Nelchy still be learning
Handle my business, without a burner
Ten toes down, like a rooted up turnip
Bonds so tight, nobody can hurt us
I found my sound, think I found my purpose
My click so loyal, they don't really deserve us
Dropping good music, I'm doing my purpose
People tryna link, when they used to try n curve us
Sirloins on the plate, we eating in surplus
Steakhouse in the Ville
Trash talk, still serve us
Took off like a hare
But I'm winning like the tortoise
Finally seeing money
I'm thinking it's for us
Take what's mine
If I flip like quarters
This ain't luck
I got it for a purpose

People try to talk
But don't think about what their actions show
Try to walk that walk
But can't cause deep down in that heart they know
They can't keep up with us
They can't follow where the real folks go
That water be too deep
Throw a fish hook they might bite that ho

Keys in the door cause I got a push start
Feel too clean in a brand new car
Spend my money cause I work real hard
I leave my mark like a real dark scar
Q five oh white paint like a blur
I'm back in blood, no Shiesty no Durk
Still been writing, head down I work
Still been writing, head down I work
It's Nelchy