Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ross Capicchioni, artist - Joyner Lucas. Album song Along Came Joyner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dead Silence
Song language: English
Ross Capicchioni |
Woke up at 7, my day seemed more than I prayed for |
Got dressed up to head out and ride to school on my skateboard |
New kid in class I sat alone takin' notes while the hoodlums were makin' jokes |
at the clothes that my momma paid for |
Seemed like everyone was a part of some gang invasion |
Tattoos, the initiation, parolers I’m on probation |
Soakin' up the vibe as I study for information |
'Cause lately I been deprived of a normal day |
But today, on my way to eat lunch, some kid approached me |
He told me «we should be cool» if only he got to know me |
'Cause on this side of town I would need some protection |
It’s crazy, reckless and dangerous |
Unless I’m some sort of gangster, I’m only safe with the police |
He said his name was |
I dapped him up at the busses |
I was kinda skept' about him at first cause I didn’t trust him |
The more I got to know him, I couldn’t tell what his motives were |
Hopin' that he was sincere, somethin' told me «let go» |
But the only thing on my mind was patience |
Searchin' twice for a different life, I was tired of waitin' |
'Cause me and had similar views and conversations infused with knowledge |
Mainly 'bout school and college, that was my truth, but regardless |
He was type cool when I was wit' him |
Introduce him to my family, they were rockin' wit' him |
My momma told him, «Make sure you look out for my son» |
And before she could finish her sentence, he quickly just interjected and said, |
«Don't you even stress it, I got it under control.» |
It’s been two months since we met, it seemed like we’d gotten close |
Some cat approached me and tried to beef wit' me, I just froze |
Then I see pounded and stompin' homie right out his clothes |
Called me his brother and told me he got me to the fullest |
Even if that mean bullets, bullies, gangs, AKs and choppas ‘till they kill us |
That’s the realest shit I ever witnessed |
A few weeks later, my uncle sold me a Honda Civic |
A '93 with no license plates and no registration |
Just thinkin' about every place that I’ma go when I finally get it |
And then he asked me for a ride around the block some distance from where I was |
parkin |
And instantly I knew the spot was sketchy, my momma would kill me |
My intuition told me not to, I knew it was wild |
And plus I knew I had no business or place on that side of town |
And I read about some chick that went lurkin' without a sound and got murked |
Her body found in that dirt, with a thousand rounds |
It was worse than abandoned buildins of bandits, villians, and scammers |
Killers provokin' gangsters, but maybe I’m overthinkin' |
Maybe I might be straight just as long as I pump the brakes |
And try not to think about it just trust I’ll be fuckin' safe |
And then I told him, «Let's go, hop in.» |
He dapped me up, he started tellin' jokes the whole ride there |
Had me crackin' up |
As we were gettin closer, I felt funny, my stomach turned |
Then he told me, «Go left, make another turn, go right, and drive slow» |
As I look, it was all abandoned and quiet, not a single person in sight, |
nobody standin |
And right when I pulled the car to the side |
He said, «Right here, sit still. |
Turn the car off and chill.» |
That’s when I start to panic he told me, «Relax.» |
Then he pulled the keys out the ignition and hopped out and laughed |
Then my life flashed in an instant |
He inched to my driver door then I tried to lock it, I couldn’t |
Ripped me right outta my seat and then grabbed the side of his jeans and then |
Pulled out the shotty and all I heard was a screech and he shot my arm into |
pieces |
I’m thinkin' I must be dreamin', another shot to my chest |
And my stomach’s squeezin', my breath or my lungs collapsin |
I’m down on my fuckin knees askin' him, «Why?» |
He looked at me, I looked him dead in the eyes |
And he smashed my face with the barrel |
And I throw my teeth to the sky and then uh |
I heard a sound of the shotty cock back |
He pressed it hard against my head and blew my fuckin top back |
I’m still conscious, I’m breathin' |
I’m still movin', no clue as to why I’m not dead |
All this blood that I’m losin' and I heard my car drive off |
And I looked up and saw the sun and that was all that I saw |
Then I heard my conscience tell me, «Get up nigga get up! |
You’re losin' blood, |
oh my! |
Don’t fall asleep or you’ll die! |
Stay awake and move as much as |
possible, there’s no time! |
Find some help or try to yell, you ain’t too well, |
oh God! |
Wake up, nigga! |
Wake up! |
Wake up, nigga! |
Wake up…» |
Woke up at 7, my day was worse than I prayed for |
Got dressed, then head out, down the stairs from the eighth floor |
New kid in class, he sat alone, takin' notes while my niggas were makin' jokes |
At the clothes that his mama paid for |
Had no family, but was cool with the local gangstas |
Tattoos, and now I’m on parole and probation for breakin' rules |
That life was all I knew, all I wanted was to do was cruise |
Smoke weed and say, «Fuck school» |
Wanted guidance cause all my role models I would look up to |
Was indicted a young dude with no logic |
I went to church 'till the pastor said, «Fuck you.» |
Now I’m violent and this gang that always looked out for me |
Vouched for me and adopted me said they wanted to rock wit me |
And I wanted to get down, guess there was somethin' missin' |
Everything comes with a price, «There's only one condition: |
All you gotta do for initiation is kill an innocent victim and leave em there |
with no witnesses or no snitches |
If you do that, you’d be down with the clique and that’s for life so don’t you |
ever think you getting outta this shit» |
I thought about it |
Soakin' up the vibe as I study for information, tryna choose my victim, |
plottin' the weakest prey |
But today on my way to eat lunch, I approached him |
And told him we should be cool, if only I got to know him |
Cause on this side of town, he would need some protection |
It’s crazy reckless or If only, unless he some sort of gangster and he only |
safe with the police |
He said his name was and I dapped him up at the busses |
Was kind of skeptic about me at first cause he didn’t trust me |
Then the more he got to know me, he couldn’t tell what my motives were |
Hopin' that I was sincere, but little did he know I was tryna snake him and pop |
a brick |
Just need the perfect opportunity, I’m tired of waitin' |
A murder runnin' through my head, I knew that death was comin' |
He introduced me to his family, I was jealous of him |
His momma told me «Make sure you look out for my son-» |
And before she could finish her sentence I quickly just interjected and said |
«Don't you even stress it. |
I got him to the fullest, even if that means bullets, |
bullies, gangs, AKs and choppas till they kill us.» |
I was lyin to the fuckin' limits |
Took advantage when he said he had that Honda Civic |
A '93 with no license plates and no registration |
Just thinkin' about every place I’ma go when I finally kill him |
And then I asked him for a ride around the block, some distance from where he |
was parked |
And instantly I knew my chance was comin', I’m ready to drill him |
Then he told me, «Let's go, hop in.» |
I dapped him up and started tellin jokes the whole ride there |
Had him crackin up |
As we were gettin' closer, he felt funny |
I think he knew somethin' was comin', that look he had was enough to tell me |
But fuck it, go right and drive slow |
As he looked, it was all abandoned and quiet |
Not a single person in sight and nobody standin |
And right when he pulled the car to the side |
I said, «Right here, sit still. |
Turn the car off and chill.» |
Then he start to panic, I told him, «Relax.» |
Then I pulled the keys out the ignition and hopped out, laughed |
His life flash in an instant |
I inched to his driver door then he tried to lock it, he couldn’t |
And I ripped him right out his seat then I grabbed the side of my jeans and then |
I pull out the shotty, I cocked it twice ‘till he screamed |
And I shot his arm into pieces, I’m watchin' his blood leakin' |
And another shot to his chest, seen his stomach squeezing |
His breath and his lungs collapse and he down to his fuckin' knees |
Askin' me, «Why?» |
He looked at me, I looked him dead in the eyes |
Then I smashed his face with the barrel, and I throw his teeth to the sky |
And then sound of the shotty cock back |
I pressed it hard against his head and blew his fuckin' top back |