The Great Escape

[VERSE]

They ask me where I’m from I say the bottom of the slums
Red Hook
Projects, made me what I have become
All these voices in my head like
Kris, you the one
I just pray that when I’m done, I’ve made it better for my son
I be banging on my chest
Heart full of passion, as I’m dealing with this stress
Like a motherfucking vet
Pac reincarnated
Biggie Smalls up in the flesh
Don’t tell me that I’m illing
Bitch I feel like I’m the best
Couple x’s on my bottles
Texts from these models
Gift and a curse
But still a nigga read the bible
Black American idol
They wanna do what i do
Listen to my songs
There’s your tactic for survival
This is for my homies who be illing on the corner
Ambition and marijuana
Ammunitions run up on ya
Four shots
Two to his chest
Now he’s a goner
Pockets full of stones, getting stoned, while they stone ya
Stare into the heavens
Modern day slaves
This a whole generation built of crack and Kool­Aid
I’m just tryna get paid
So my moms can quit her job
They don’t make it where I’m from
I guess I go against the odds, shit
I just want the paper
Motherfuck a mule
Boy I want my forty acres
Motherfuck a hater
Fuck a chill
Fuck a record deal
Mass appeal
They need something real
Something they can feel
Something something
Just to pay a bill
Food for thought
Make a meal
Before we grab the steel
Tap a grill
Attack like Shaquille
Jesus grab the wheel
Shit is real
Somebody save us
Every fucking week another face up in the papers
The great escape shit
I’m the greatest who ever escaped
My mind state
'Bout to boost the crime rate
Times eight
This is hustle, times fate
Standing on the roof of my building like
Let me be great
'Cause they ain’t seen it this ill in a minute
All heart
All soul
No gimmicks
Never timid
Been the same since the beginning
If I told you I would make it
Then I meant it
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