Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Escape, artist - Joyner Lucas. Date of issue: 16.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Escape |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Shorty, shorty, shorty |
| Look, look, look |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Look, I’m the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy |
| I got secrets that I’m taking to grave, ayy |
| Sixteen first time I caught a case |
| Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma’s place, ayy |
| Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh |
| Gettin' high, we was lockin' out of 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’ma 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 arm, sound like a fork in a blender |
| My money talk, but you don’t want to talk to the vender |
| My money long, the only thing short is my temper |
| I drive by the showcase cartin' in a fender |
| I’m lucky that the law never caught through your fender |
| They tell me I learned everything the hard way, ugh |
| If I make it to the charts it’ll 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 Na, 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 |
| I got secrets that I’m taking to grave, ayy |
| Sixteen first time I caught a case |
| Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma’s place, ayy |
| Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh |
| Gettin' high, we was lockin' out of 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 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 to finish life still far |
| I heard beggers can’t be choosers, but you still are |
| I can smell it through a motherfuckin' steel 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 beats old, there’s no peace that was still war |
| You been broke, ten years later and 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 the realest, yeah, we the realest, yeah |
| Quich 'n 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 little fuck nigga to a sparin' chair |
| Push a nigga way back, I’ll pill it, yeah |
| Make gunshot a ho with a skillet, yeah |
| Look, I’m the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy |
| I got secrets that I’m taking to grave, ayy |
| Sixteen first time I caught a case |
| Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma’s place, ayy |
| Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh |
| Gettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, ooh |
| I ain’t perfect, might’ve a few mistakes |
| Might’ve cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh |