Mmm, mmm, mmm

Life takes some interesting turns, don't it?

It's all good, just can't get off the boat

I ain't gon' lie, a lot of this is hard to take

I'm watchin' 'em praise the okay, and overlook the great

I'm not sayin' that they ain't straight (Nah)

I'm just saying that, never mind

No matter what, they gon' turn this shit into hate

So fuck it, let it alone, headphones dead in a zone

Like Rick and Mashonne, I'm feelin' better on my own

Took a sec' for me to accept that, next time I'm on the road

Won't be no Crook, won't be no Royce, won't be no Joe (Damn)

I'm just lookin' at the Hudson River right now, sittin' on the rocks

Feelin' like my reflection's life reflection, is it not?

Some people board the ferry, other people dock a yacht

But the waves keep crashin' while the ducks just sit and watch

Sometimes I daydream about me sittin' at the top

I see the clubs goin' crazy every time my record drop

I see plaques on the wall, and glass cases for awards that I done got

Performin' for like a million a pop

But truth is, it's like one in a million a pop

And the only artist that really get the millions is Pop' (Facts)

Bein' simple is a yes, and bein' skilled is a not (What else?)

Havin' substance is lame, usin' substance is hot

So here I am, (Yo) still the hottest **** in my barber shop

To get a number one, but not that number one spot

I'm in a weird place, my fans don't expect me on the charts

Guess when you gifted, sometimes you rap yourself into a box

But still I jot

The way I put words together a lil' complex or whatever, but

Still I jot

I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if it come off smart

I'm just tryna jot

Down a couple lines, and see if y'all like a couple of my rhymes

As I, as I jot (As I jot)

Four chicken wings fried hard with pork fried rice (Uh-huh)

Egg roll, two duck sauces will suffice

Filled my stomach up until it's time to get nice

Five-cent cups, juice to chase it, a bag of ice

And whatever we decided we gon' sip on that night (Let's go)

Pocket full of work, so feens can come and get right

Two green, one red dice, you call the point through the weed smoke

Hammer underneath coat, that A-B will lead to C you later

When that D-E choke, just leave broke

Keep minutes on your cell, a sneaker box to dig in for your bail

And a team full of hitters who wouldn't tell

Wanna get it off quicker, then don't be stingy on that scale

Stuff them sandwich bags, overpack the 1212s

Be on your fourth re' before they first flip sells

That's the pre-music Joell, the Joell

These check-writin' executives don't really know well

I should win a Nobel, from carrying pieces to guard my prize possessions

To Peace God, yeah, that was Marshall in my session

Now that I think about it, bring another bottle to my section

Let's celebrate that my apartment ain't from section 8 no more

Ain't no more hungry nights, mama, we don't wait no more

The first don't hold weight no more, I tell the waiter, "Wait, no more"

I gotta watch my figure, can't put on weight no more (Why?)

'Cause if I truly want a shot at the top, I gotta drop

That's what they said, I guess I'll jog before I jot

The way I put words together a lil' complex or whatever, but

Still I jot

I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if I come off smart

I'm just tryna jot

Down a couple lines, and see if y'all like a couple of my rhymes

As I, as I jot (As I jot)

And there you have it

That all