Rich Homie Quan – I Promise I Will Never Stop Going In is one of the best Atlanta rap albums from 2013. The album was so futuristic and ahead of its time despite being released at the right time. Back when tick tock was a sound from a clock and Corona was the name of a beer brand. Quan kept it fresh with that fresh trap sound.
Walk Thru was so futuristic and ahead of its time with those trap beats along with those high quality synths and soundscapes. Quan kept it fresh with that fresh trap sound. Those beats and lyrics stood the test of time. This is another one of those trap songs that will never get old undoubtedly. Quan and Problem are in this bitch. Watch them walk through.
This shit hits different after so many years have gone by and flew right past you. Walk Thru is a song which is a timeless classic in its own right. This shit hits different after you’re doing good and you got your life straight.
Rich Homie Quan be feeling like the man when he walks through. He ain’t stunting what you saying when he walks through. He’s got all these hoes staring when he walks through. He done made a few bands when he walked through. Watch him walk through.
Sitting at the round table making boss moves with Gucci on his feet. Watch him as he walks through. Who got more money? You or Rich Homie Quan? He usually walks through with his nigga. Best believe he got the tool on him. Why the fuck do you need glasses just to see him? He got that V12 running at full speed. And he’ll jump the fence if he’s see 12 coming. Even if he were blind, he could still smell money. He can’t trust no outside niggas as they could tell on him and rat him out to law enforcement.
Quan keeps his eyes on you fuck niggaz with these lyrics. “Even if I were blind, I could still smell money/I can’t trust no outside niggas, they could tell on me/I’m the alphabet boy ‘cause I keep an L on me/I smoke good, throwing up my set in your hood, nigga”
It’s money over here. What you thought, clown?Play crazy while you high will have you knocked down. No frowns around here, bruh. We all smiles. Have your peoples tell promoters that Rich Homie Quan is coming through. She got a thing for them big dick balling niggas.
WWYD discusses and explains how people will do anything for some money.
Rich Homie Quan knows a lot of niggas out here broke who will do anything for that paper. And he knows a lot of bitches out here broke wearing a lot of fake hair (weave/weaves) and a bunch of make-up. Quan was broke at one point in his lifetime. He remembers when he used to not have cable. He remembers he would stay up because he was hungry. Back then he would do anything for some paper. Straight up. He remembers he was broke down bad for the longest time.
If you owe Rich Homie Quan, you better pay up. Don’t talk that shit. Show him. He’s got a couple bitches saying they know him. But he’ll let the money talk for him. What would you do for some paper? What would you do?
You prolly wanna suck a little dick. Prolly wanna fuck with Quan’s clique for that paper. Why you hatin’? Rich Homie Quan ain’t gotta prove you shit.
What would you do for some paper? Would you cross your partner for some paper? That ain’t real, shawty. That money got your head fucked up. That’s your partner girl but you fucked her, and ya’ll supposed to be like brothers. Bitches reppin’ Rich Homie like a sorority girl.
They Don’t Know explain how people don’t know what Rich Homie Quan has been through in his lifetime. People don’t know what Rich Homie Quan has been through. They don’t know the half. They only know what he tells them.
They don’t know about the brand new car he just bought or about the brand new house. They don’t know about the brand new chick that he just fucked with some good head. They don’t know about the brand new bezel on the Rolex.
He got a brand new choppa for the same old hater. Niggas mad that a nigga can’t stop.They don’t know about the old school whip that he keep pulled up. They don’t know about the old school days when a nigga had waves. He wore a du-rag every night. And it’s still money over bitches. Rich Homie over all niggas. He needs some more commas for these digits as he done ran his sack up. I know the situation sound a little crazy.
They don’t know about the time when a nigga got pulled over. They don’t know about the bag that a nigga had stuffed in the trunk. Because they were too busy worried about insurance. Now them niggas trynna ask him how he does it. They don’t know about the pain that a nigga been goin’ through lately. Shit done got a little crazy lately.
Quan, he had a change of face. Used to be George Washington, and now it’s Ben Franklin. They don’t know about the new spot which is his house that he just purchased with the cameras everywhere so they see your ass. With these diamonds lookin’ like water.
Get TF Out My Face is the definition of a heated trap song. Those beats and lyrics stood the test of time. This is one of those trap songs that will never get old undoubtedly. The song tells haters, instigators, and nosy people to get the fuck out of Quan’s face.
Paparazzi trying to take pictures of Rich Homie Quan. Rich Homie Quan tells them folk to get the fuck out of his face. He don’t fuck with 12 because he heard they be listening to a nigga’s conversation. He fucked someone else’s bitch. Now they trippin’. Get the fuck out of Rich Homie Quan’s face unless you owe him some money. Get back. Where you was at when a nigga had nothing? I’m talking when a nigga was hustling. Way before the clubbing ever occurred.
The lyrics to Verse 1 are what made the song a memorable trap classic.
Paparazzi trying to take pictures
Tell the folk to get the fuck out my face
I don’t fuck with 12
‘Cause I heard they be listening to a nigga conversation
I fucked a nigga bitch and I ain’t trippin
Better tell him get the fuck out my face
I rate this album 5/5*****!