Kris Kasanova - The Great Escape lyrics
[VERSE] They ask me where I'm from I say the bottom of the slums Red Hook Projects, made me what I have become All these voices in my head like Kris, you the one I just pray that when I'm done, I've made it better for my son I be banging on my chest Heart full of pa**ion, as I'm dealing with this stress Like a motherf**ing vet Pac reincarnated Biggie Smalls up in the flesh Don't tell me that I'm illing b**h I feel like I'm the best Couple x's on my bottles Texts from these models Gift and a curse But still a n***a read the bible Black American idol They wanna do what i do Listen to my songs There's your tactic for survival This is for my homies who be illing on the corner Ambition and marijuana Ammunitions run up on ya Four shots Two to his chest Now he's a goner Pockets full of stones, getting stoned, while they stone ya Stare into the heavens Modern day slaves This a whole generation built of crack and KoolAid I'm just tryna get paid So my moms can quit her job They don't make it where I'm from I guess I go against the odds, sh** I just want the paper Motherf** a mule Boy I want my forty acres Motherf** a hater f** a chill f** a record deal Ma** appeal They need something real Something they can feel Something something Just to pay a bill Food for thought Make a meal Before we grab the steel Tap a grill Attack like Shaquille Jesus grab the wheel sh** is real Somebody save us Every f**ing week another face up in the papers The great escape sh** I'm the greatest who ever escaped My mind state 'Bout to boost the crime rate Times eight This is hustle, times fate Standing on the roof of my building like Let me be great 'Cause they ain't seen it this ill in a minute All heart All soul No gimmicks Never timid Been the same since the beginning If I told you I would make it Then I meant it Word