Apartment Testo

Freddy Ruger on the track
Paupa got beats making history, on god!

Cocaine residue, bitch, clean them pots out
Never seen pure, bitch? 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, shit, 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

Oh, them apartments (Apartments to the projects)
Grew up living in apartments
Every day where a cop hits
[?] In every hood [?]
All my niggas [?]
Caught them living in them apartments
All them losses taught us to win

Shit 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 nigga push the sand cart, keep a tool cocked
[?]
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-fuck-LA
AP's to the projects, we all the same
AP's or the Rolex, no time to waste
How the fuck 12 got the remote to all the gates?

Oh, them apartments (Apartments in the projects)
Grew up living in apartments
Every day where a cop hits
[?] In every hood [?]
All my niggas [?]
Caught them living in them apartments
All them losses taught us to win

Ohhhhhh, oh God!
Ohhhhhh, oh-h
Ohhhhhh, oh God!
Ohhhhhh, oh-h
Ohhhhhh, aah-oh!
Ohhhhhh, oh God!