My Escape

Yeah

Joyner

Look

Yeah (Uh)

I'm the realest one I know, tell them **** 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

**** 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 ****, they be tryna keep the streets clean

Why you **** 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 **** 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

**** 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 ****, but I wanna kill more

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

I got low, but the fuck **** 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 **** pay the price, I'll bill it, yeah

Turn a little fuck **** to a spirit, yeah

Push a **** 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 **** 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

**** 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