My Escape

Yeah, yeah Joyner, Joyner, Joyner Look, look, look Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh) I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy I got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayy 16, first time I caught a case Selling crack, tryna get the fuck up out my mama's place, ayy Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh Getting high, we was locked in outer space, ooh I ain't perfect, might've a few mistakes Might've cheated on my bitch, but I know 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 niggas, they be tryna keep the streets clean Why you niggas 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 looking 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 niggas not to play, ayy I got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayy 16, first time I caught a case Selling crack, tryna get the fuck up out my mama's place, ayy Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh Getting high, we was locked in outer space, ooh I ain't perfect, might've a few mistakes Might've cheated on my bitch, but I know 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 niggas, but I wanna kill more Or should I get a drill, or hack 'em with a steel saw? I got low, but the fuck niggas still saw The beast old, there's no peace, so it's still war You been broke, ten years later, 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 getting 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 nigga pay the price, I'll bill it, yeah Turn a little fuck nigga to a spirit, yeah Push a nigga wig back, I'll peel it, yeah Make lunch out a hoe with a skillet, yeah (uh) I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy I got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayy 16, first time I caught a case Selling crack, tryna get the fuck up out my mama's place, ayy Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh Getting high, we was locked in outer space, ooh I ain't perfect, might've a few mistakes Might've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh