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Apartments Video (MV)




Performed By: Craftgod
Length: 2:21
Written by: Darrell Anderson




Craftgod - Apartments Lyrics




I don't take handouts
I take the money when they pull them bands out
No you don't stand out
Get you some pills and go start you a xan house
These niggas telling that's how you got ran out
Hacking my brain and writing my plans out
You can get fanned out, what all that playing bout
They sound like garbage, no they don't jam out
I go retarded, might pull the van out

They not the hardest, bitch I'm a artist
Say I'm a target

Bring out the darts then, I'm here for profit I look at the margins
I was just starving, I ran a business right out the apartments
I was just starving, I ran a business right out the apartments

They wanna know who I'm is
They pocket watching the all in my biz
I'm looking for licks, I'm all on yo wig
They envy the kid, they burning a bridge
Yeah

I do you cold as the fridge

I tricked the plug out a whole bale of mid
I just turned vegan I don't eat no rib
I bend the corner my tires they skid
I'm to legit

Can't be living my life like this
It's a lot more than just lighting my wrist
Nigga worth to much can't fight wit my fist
Naw

I'm just focusing on these hit
Got a new plug said he just got bricks
Not one you snif but the on you sip
Aww

These niggas frauds
No I can't listen to y'all

That Bitch she thicker than fog but not worth a trip to the mall

Stack up the chips till it's tall
Until you get rich and you ball
My phone on do not disturb so I'm missing the call
I kick it like Steven segal

I don't take handouts
I take the money when they pull them bands out
No you don't stand out
Get you some pills and go start you a xan house
These niggas telling that's how you got ran out
Hacking my brain and writing my plans out
You can get fanned out, what all that playing bout
They sound like garbage, no they don't jam out
I go retarded, might pull the van out

They not the hardest, bitch I'm a artist
Say I'm a target

Bring out the darts then, I'm here for profit I look at the margins
I was just starving, I ran a business right out the apartments
I was just starving, I ran a business right out the apartments
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I don't take handouts
I take the money when they pull them bands out
No you don't stand out
Get you some pills and go start you a xan house
These niggas telling that's how you got ran out
Hacking my brain and writing my plans out
You can get fanned out, what all that playing bout
They sound like garbage, no they don't jam out
I go retarded, might pull the van out

They not the hardest, bitch I'm a artist
Say I'm a target

Bring out the darts then, I'm here for profit I look at the margins
I was just starving, I ran a business right out the apartments
I was just starving, I ran a business right out the apartments

They wanna know who I'm is
They pocket watching the all in my biz
I'm looking for licks, I'm all on yo wig
They envy the kid, they burning a bridge
Yeah

I do you cold as the fridge

I tricked the plug out a whole bale of mid
I just turned vegan I don't eat no rib
I bend the corner my tires they skid
I'm to legit

Can't be living my life like this
It's a lot more than just lighting my wrist
Nigga worth to much can't fight wit my fist
Naw

I'm just focusing on these hit
Got a new plug said he just got bricks
Not one you snif but the on you sip
Aww

These niggas frauds
No I can't listen to y'all

That Bitch she thicker than fog but not worth a trip to the mall

Stack up the chips till it's tall
Until you get rich and you ball
My phone on do not disturb so I'm missing the call
I kick it like Steven segal

I don't take handouts
I take the money when they pull them bands out
No you don't stand out
Get you some pills and go start you a xan house
These niggas telling that's how you got ran out
Hacking my brain and writing my plans out
You can get fanned out, what all that playing bout
They sound like garbage, no they don't jam out
I go retarded, might pull the van out

They not the hardest, bitch I'm a artist
Say I'm a target

Bring out the darts then, I'm here for profit I look at the margins
I was just starving, I ran a business right out the apartments
I was just starving, I ran a business right out the apartments
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Writer: Darrell Anderson
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