Joyner Lucas - My Escape

Yeah, yeahShorty, shorty, shortyLook, look, lookYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Chorus]Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayyI got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayySixteen first time I caught a caseSelling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma's place, ayyNiggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, oohGettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, oohI ain't perfect, might've a few mistakesMight've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh, ooh[Verse 1]Look, I'm ill-matic with a street dreamI'ma independent one man street tеamTold my bitch keep the dishes and the sheets clеanI keep the pot full 'cause my son can't eat steamI'm just tryna keep my feet cleanSnitch niggas they be tryna keep the streets cleanWhy you niggas buy clothes full of cheap seams?I'ma shoot porn for the generic delete scenesI'ma suffer for the wrongs that I rememberWrong address, the karma get brought to the senderIn a room full of artists, I get brought to the centerShots to the arm, sound like a fork in a blenderMy money talk, but you don't want to talk to the venderMy money long, the only thing short is my temperI drive by the showcase cartin' in a fenderI'm lucky that the law never caught through your fenderThey tell me I learned everything the hard way, ughIf I make it to the charts it'll be a long way, yeahNow I look up at the charts and see an entréeNow I look up at the charts and see a parfaitY'all lookin' in the mirror and see AndreNow I look up in the mirror and see Na, J and Dame or part Dame, way before it all changedWay, way before the part when rockets fell a part Wave[Chorus]Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayyI got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayySixteen first time I caught a caseSelling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma's place, ayyNiggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, oohGettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, oohI ain't perfect, might've a few mistakesMight've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh[Verse 2]I keep the feinds real far from where the pills areI keep the re-up money far from where the bills areAchieved a lot of goals to finish life still farI heard beggers can't be choosers, but you still areI can smell it through a motherfuckin' steel jarI ain't had no time to cook it so it's still rawThou shall not kill, is that a real law?'Cause I killed some of them niggas, but I wanna kill moreShould I get a drill or hack 'em with a steel saw?I got low, but the fuck niggas still sawThe beats old, there's no peace that was still warYou been broke, ten years later and you still poorI only write raps still 'cause I feel boredBut ADHD still made it to the BillboardA lot of y'all were goaltending, but I still scoredAnd don't be gettin' in on shit that you ain't built for'Cause we the realest, yeah, we the realest, yeahQuich 'n tell a motherfucker what the deal is, yeahOh, you got the juice? Don't spill it, yeahYou gon' end up like Old Man Quillis, yeahMake a nigga pay the price, I'll bill it, yeahTurn the little fuck nigga to a sparin' chairPush a nigga way back, I'll pill it, yeahMake gunshot a ho with a skillet, yeah[Chorus]Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayyI got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayySixteen first time I caught a caseSelling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma's place, ayyNiggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, oohGettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, oohI ain't perfect, might've a few mistakesMight've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh