Joyner Lucas - My Escape lyrics

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Joyner Lucas - My Escape lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Joyner Look Yeah (Uh) [Chorus] I'm the realest one I know, tell them ni**as 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 fu*k up out my mama place, ayy ni**as 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 b*tch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh, ooh [Verse 1] Look, I'm ill-matic with a street dream I'm a independеnt one-man street team Told my b*tch keep the dishеs 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 ni**as, they be tryna keep the streets clean Why you ni**as 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) [Chorus] I'm the realest one I know, tell them ni**as 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 fu*k up out my mama place, ayy ni**as 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 b*tch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh [Verse 2] 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 motherfu*kin' 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 ni**as, but I wanna kill more Or should I get a drill, or hack 'em with a steel saw? I got low, but the fu*k ni**as 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 sh*t that you ain't built for 'Cause we guerillas, yeah, we the realest, yeah Quick to tell a motherfu*ker 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 ni**a pay the price, I'll bill it, yeah Turn a little fu*k ni**a to a spirit, yeah Push a ni**a wig back, I'll peel it, yeah Make lunch out a ho with a skillet, yeah (Uh) [Chorus] I'm the realest one I know, tell them ni**as 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 fu*k up out my mama place, ayy ni**as 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 b*tch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh