Joyner Lucas - My Escape Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Look
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas 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 fuck up out my mama place, ayy
Niggas 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 bitch, 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 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 (word)
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 (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 niggas 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 fuck up out my mama place, ayy
Niggas 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 bitch, 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 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
Should I get a drill or hack 'em with a steel saw?
I got low, but the fuck niggas still saw
The beef's old, there's no peace so it's still war
You've 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 gettin' in on shit that you ain't built for
'Cause we gorillas, 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 the lil' fuck nigga to a sparin' chair
Push a nigga wig back, I'll peel it, yeah
Make lunch outta ho with a skillet, yeah

Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas 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 fuck up out my mama place, ayy
Niggas 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 bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)