Wally Left - Welch Chamberlain lyrics

rate me

Breaks and the gold chain

I keep my whole name low

But momma call me Skinny Kenny, no game

Used to wanna be a player

Let the game give me the faith one time

Then I dip off the radar

Yo, I just got off the pearly white steed

Breeze easy with the dirty mics

Ain’t a sneaker head but value the culture

Pops had some OGs last summer, asked where they at

He told me that he sold them but he was out there

Yo, pounds for being down, we dealing crowns here

Crafting royalty out of the soil…

Wally never clocking for skinnies, yo, I ain’t Salvador Dali

My standards are probably outlandish and niggas who could outland them

I throw a line and then these fish in the sea

Is at the tip of my fingertips like piano keys

So my vital organs on my forearms…

Greats and the gold chain, that’s what I’m copping early

Only love her if her hair curly

It’s a cold game, only dap if you was there when it seems like I appear from thin air

Got your stamp of approval like…airs

Bitch players cozy enough to the trophies

But when it goes down you know who to hold down

The YG and the grapes and gold links, the grapes and gold links

Porsche chilling, I’m…act like they offering me checks

Really I’m hardly recognized, reclusive is how I maneuver

But fools flock together, call my click a few

Two times the dudes you ride around…

Bet that I’m cool with you if you’re doing you

And…to my fam for not boxing me in that cubicle

You didn’t have to support me, that’s real and I love you for it

Greats and the gold chain, that’s what I’m copping early

Only love her if her hair curly

It’s a cold game, only dap if you was there when it seems like I appear from thin air

Got your stamp of approval like…airs

Bitch players cozy enough to the trophies

But when it goes down you know who to hold down

The YG and the grapes and gold links, the grapes and gold links

Teezy calling me his YG…

That’s well confusing but I still vibe with the music

Lot of my homies rapping, a lot of them struggle

Lot of rappers is average and I’m most likely to bubble

I was never in ghettos, was never in it to get all…

It’s funny ‘cause I’ve been laying low

And I can see my hand shaking harder than Haiti

If I was in front of a crowd…

Regardless, I gotta prove I got heart, kid got smart

And I’ll listen to my soul

I can only hope that it glistens when I flow

Wally signing out, I’m about my syncos and my gold

Greats and the gold chain, that’s what I’m copping early

Only love her if her hair curly

It’s a cold game, only dap if you was there when it seems like I appear from thin air

Got your stamp of approval like…airs

Bitch players cozy enough to the trophies

But when it goes down you know who to hold down

The YG and the grapes and gold links, the grapes and gold links