Brick Mansions

Lyrics

[Sample: Ella Andall] We are different people, different races Different aspirations, different places [Verse 1: Elcamino] Woo Yo, uh, yo I made the block on my own Nobody taught me a thing, my house wasn't a home My whip wasn't a Wraith, my kicks wasn't the J's All I had was a gun, I'm still stuck in my ways (Word) I'm always smokin' a blunt, I'm always holdin' a gun I've always been the nigga to give the people what they want (Uh) Being broke made me humble know I ain't got no choice but to stunt (Got no choice, nigga) I stayed down on my ten so long I fucked up my ones I could have been had an M but I was dumb and was done (Word) Spending more than I made that's how I fucked up my ones I done stacked up a fortune, I could, get all my sons and my daughter How could I fall off when I'm walkin' on water in Timbs Ridin' around, listenin' to myself in the Benz I remember when I didn't have a quarter Now I'm a six figure nigga, I work out in Diadoras Survival of the fittest, I'm a lion in the forest Shootin' dice with the killers From the streets, now we corporate Still got pounds for the low but that's just a nail in the coffin Still keep one in the head and I leave the rest in the cartridge We used to run the streets, now we rich, so we be joggin', uh [Verse 2: Boldy James] What else? I used to think that this rap shit, wasn't for me 'Til I rapped a brick first time, I got fronted a ki (On situation) See what's the wish to my blood was very seldom We now keep the junk mail in the stash Give the blue strips to the plug (Where we at?) Still makin' moves with the thugs, givin' bulletproof hugs Pause and daps, no guns and caps On the east with Maxwell Streets and 54 Laws Debatin' if I'll come in Don?, Wraith, Bentley or Ghost (Scary) Can tell a new money nigga, from a veteran champ 750 on the bridge, ETT gon' sell me yo' stamps Got Lady & the Tramp, handin' out them testers and samps Tryna stay on the streets, and out of them federal camps When I measure it then, sittin' like I'm stretchin' a cramp I shoot the blood out that bitch, like I'm Kevin Durant (Grrr) Over Highway 35, when I exit the ramp (Block Works) I'm talkin' cocaina flowers, not no cannabis plants It's Block (Let's get it)