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 Word