MyEscape

My Escape (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas

Composed by：Gary Lucas

Yeah yeah

Joyner Joyner Joyner

Look

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Look I'm the realest one

I know tell them n***as not to play ayy ayy

I got secrets that I'm takin' to grave ayy

Sixteen first time I caught a case

Sellin' crack tryna get the f**k up out my mama place ayy

N***as trapped I was plottin' my escape ooh 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***h but

I knew she woulda stayed ooh ooh

Look I'm Illmatic with the street dream

I'm a independent one man street team

Told my b***h 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 word

Snitch n***as they be tryna keep the streets clean

Why you n***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 yeah

Wrong address the karma get brought to the sender

In a room full of artists I get brought to the center

Shots to the arm I sound like a fork in a blender

My money talk but you don't wanna talk to the lender

My money long the only thing short is my temper word

I drive by the shell case caught in the fender

I'm lucky that the law never caught the offender

And they tell me I learn everything the hard way uh

If I make it to the charts

It be a long way yeah

Now I look up at the charts and see an 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 J and Dame

Or part Dame way before it all changed

Way way before the part when rockets fell a part Wave

Look I'm the realest one

I know tell them n***as not to play ayy ayy

I got secrets that I'm takin' to grave ayy

Sixteen first time I caught a case

Sellin' crack tryna get the f**k up out my mama place ayy

N***as trapped I was plottin' my escape ooh 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***h but I knew she woulda stayed ooh

I keep the feinds 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 motherf**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 n***as but I wanna kill more

Should I get a drill or hack 'em with a steel saw