Letra de My Escape - Joyner Lucas

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Joyner

Look

Yeah (Uh)

I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy

I got secrets that I'm taking to the grave, ayy

Sixteen first time I caught a case

Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my mama place, ayy

Niggas trapped, I was plottin' my escape, ooh

Gettin' high, we was locked in outer space, ooh

I ain't perfect, might've made a few mistakes

Might've cheated on my bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh, ooh

Look, I'm ill-matic with a street dream

I'm a independent one-man street team

Told my bitch keep the dishes and the sheets clean

I keep the pot full 'cause my son can't eat steam

I'm just tryna keep my feet clean

Snitch niggas, they be tryna keep the streets clean

Why you niggas buy clothes full of cheap seams?

I'ma shoot porn for the generic delete scenes

I'ma suffer for the wrongs that I remember

Wrong address, the karma get brought to the sender

In a room full of artists, I get brought to the center

Shots to the armor sound like a fork in a blender

My money talk, but you don't want to talk to the lender

My money long, the only thing short is my temper

I drive by the showcase cartin' a fender

I'm lucky that the law never caught the offender

They tell me I learned everything the hard way, uh

If I make it to the charts it'll be a long way, yeah

Now I look up at the charts and see a entrée

Now I look up at the charts and see a parfait

Y'all lookin' in the mirror and see Andre

Now I look up in the mirror and see Nas, Jay and Dame

Or part Dame, way before it all changed

Way, way before the part where Roc-A-Fella part ways (Uh)

I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy

I got secrets that I'm taking to the grave, ayy

Sixteen first time I caught a case

Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my mama place, ayy

Niggas trapped, I was plottin' my escape, ooh

Gettin' high, we was locked in outer space, ooh

I ain't perfect, might've made a few mistakes

Might've cheated on my bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh

I keep the fiends real far from where the pills are

I keep the re-up money far from where the bills are

Achieved a lot of goals, the finish line still far

I heard beggars can't be choosers, but you still are

I can smell it through a motherfuckin' sealed jar

I ain't had no time to cook it, so it's still raw

Thou shall not kill, is that a real law?

'Cause I killed some of them niggas, but I wanna kill more

Or should I get a drill, or hack 'em with a steel saw?

I got low, but the fuck niggas still saw

The beast old, there's no peace, so it's still war

You been broke, ten years later and you still poor

I only write raps still 'cause I feel bored

But ADHD still made it to the Billboard

A lot of y'all were goaltending, but I still scored

And don't be gettin' in on shit that you ain't built for

'Cause we guerillas, yeah, we the realest, yeah

Quick to tell a motherfucker what the deal is, yeah

Oh, you got the juice? Don't spill it, yeah

You gon' end up like Old Man Quillis, yeah

Make a nigga pay the price, I'll bill it, yeah

Turn a little fuck nigga to a spirit, yeah

Push a nigga wig back, I'll peel it, yeah

Make lunch out a ho with a skillet, yeah (Uh)

I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy

I got secrets that I'm taking to the grave, ayy

Sixteen first time I caught a case

Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my mama place, ayy

Niggas trapped, I was plottin' my escape, ooh

Gettin' high, we was locked in outer space, ooh

I ain't perfect, might've made a few mistakes

Might've cheated on my bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh

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