Lyrics

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Uh Hmmm You know we getting this booth and paint it But sometimes you gotta take your time to grab the brush (You know what I'm sayin'?) Look at the easel a bit (Word) [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] It's complicated how I came up You could come up but can't change up (Nah) Only the soft niggas change top Rav and I give it up, and get flamed up Honor on the block, get your name up My shit rang bells, your shit rang what? Gold tooth grin, checking my pager It ain't Kim, but Ice Cube was major Every night your life's in slight danger We watching every whip go by (By) That LP had us so high (High) Dark chocolate smoke in the sky (Sky) Dark ENJ had us all fucked up Guns on tuck and we all with the stuff You calling on God trying to call my bluff Long story short, it was rough That was a short story, I grew up (Here wе go) Got tired of the sirens and thе cuffs Tired of the Styrofoam cups Tired of feeling tired, that's enough (Enough) I opened up rhyme books I was jottin' in See the whole hood knew how I got it in Said "What's up", but no chillin' on the block with them Booked some studios, started lockin' in, lockin' in And I wrote my way out that bitch (Hey) I can't believe I made it out that bitch (Ayy) Funny thing I got up out that shit Just by rapping 'bout that shit [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] The money went to liquor and guns Feel like I grew up in a arms race Made it out by God's grace I was caught between a rock and a hard place Just kept rolling, ended up on Boardwalk and Park Place Ended up on Boardwalk and Park Place Ended up on Boardwalk and Park Place [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] Standing on the scariest block (I had to get it) My niggas had a nefarious plot (I was wit' it) Cops had the area locked (But forget it) I still hustle and carry a Glock (Can you dig it?) Can't even tell my mama what I done done (Nah) Trigger finger squeezing toward her son's thumb (Rah) Ain't no ducking fades where I come from (Bah-bah-bah) But when you fighting demons, you could become one (Bah-bah) Now it's your description on the cops radar Bodies dropped, folks blame it on the AR (For real) People never seeing things the way they are (For real) Instead they just see things the way they are (For real) Young and dumb, had a bare face with no hair Still I knew this ain't a fair place and oh yeah Said a prayer had to share faith and go there Hoping God ain't built a staircase to nowhere Forgetting all my sins like I didn't know Trying to get them people off my back for the rent I own (Facts) Gather all my shortcomings, put 'em in a poem Family wonder if I'm growin', maybe this'll show 'em Drug deals made me think I'd get the lake home Off keys like piano notes played wrong I ain't a dealer, I'm a poet, didn't take long To get the beam of Benz and beat it like a bench song [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] The money went to liquor and guns Feel like I grew up in a arms race Made it out by God's grace I was caught between a rock and a hard place Just kept rolling, ended up on Boardwalk and Park Place Ended up on Boardwalk and Park Place Ended up on Boardwalk and Park Place