Yeah, yeah
Shorty, shorty, shorty
Look, look, look
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look, I’m the realest one I know, tell them n#gg#s not to play, ayy
I got secrets that I’m taking to grave, ayy
Sixteen first time I caught a case
Selling crack tryna get the f#ck up out my momma’s place, ayy
n#gg#s trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh
Gettin’ high, we was lockin’ out of space, ooh
I ain’t perfect, might’ve a few mistakes
Might’ve cheated on my b#tch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh, ooh
Look, I’m ill-matic with a street dream
I’ma independent one man street tеam
Told my b#tch keep the dishes and the sheets clеan
I keep the pot full ’cause my son can’t eat steam
I’m just tryna keep my feet clean
Snitch n#gg#s they be tryna keep the streets clean
Why you n#gg#s buy clothes full of cheap seams?
I’ma shoot p#rn 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 arm, sound like a fork in a blender
My money talk, but you don’t want to talk to the vender
My money long, the only thing short is my temper
I drive by the showcase cartin’ in a fender
I’m lucky that the law never caught through your fender
They tell me I learned everything the hard way, ugh
If I make it to the charts it’ll be a long way, yeah
Now I look up at the charts and see an 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 Na, J and Dame or part Dame, way before it all changed
Way, way before the part when rockets fell a part Wave
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Joyner Lucas Lyrics – My Escape