!llmind - House Slippers lyrics

[Produced by !llmind] [Intro] One, two, one, two Turn this thing up a little bit Yeah For all those who been wondering what's going on with Joell Ortiz: It's a lot man, it's a lot [Verse 1] Feels like I finally found my House Slippers My mind was going, I stood around n***as Wearing this pokerface, like I'm holding aces That so wasn't the case, this Business is such a business - don't take it personal It's more than these beats and letting verses go Don't end up locked in and wilding Like a deaf person buying a rollie, better watch what you signing Freedom is overrated until they take it When it's gone, feel like nothing can replace it Shaking the hand that's feeding you, but you hate it Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight Just imagine this man with your career in his hands Giving a f** about your fans He just looking at that black and white Seeing you ain't sell too well You trying to tell him that you was on an Indie that wasn't acting right He don't care, them numbers f**ed up his appetite Your past just f**ed you twice, like a hermaphrodite You watching n***as win who ain't half as nice Faced with the choice of giving in or hit the pad and write But see the fans can't know So you leaking freestyles and you nail that flow Kids leaving out the venue like "he k**ed that show!" Screaming YAOWA everywhere, but you ain't on that though Your loved one's sick all in the mist of this Watching moms shoot insulin, it's ridiculous Your son got a mask on his asthma bed His older brother acting up, cause he don't have his dad The grind took forever, but it happened fast Listen close y'all, it happened fast Red eye flights out to cali, signs to Aftermath Come back, sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh You drop an album over here, left the label over there Finally let it go y'all, the past's the past Sorry for the delay on your order But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter My alter ego is a quarter of the best rap group But I'm back to being me, yeah the Puerto- Rican, n***as standing on the corner With that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer Story of a project n***a, a New Yorker Getting money with the I-still-f**-a-n***a-up-quick aura Man, this ain't for radio play This for the radio raheems who let their radio play For the heads on the neck clicking, looking for the best writtens Turning to their man like "you hear what he say?" Y'all n***as tryna recreate back in the days I'm just trying to rap my a** off Hoping maybe I'll impress a few n***as from back in the day Because I'm finishing these new n***as that's rapping today You turn this up, but not too loud n***as Feels like I finally found my House Slippers [Outro] House Slippers (fading)