[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
YAOWA What's up my nigga
You say your name is John
Joell Ortiz
Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit
I know what you gon' ask
I got you, don't even stress it
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
No I don't respond with answers that fit a script
So the repetition'll make a nigga flip
We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineering a bigger spliff
Blowing circles out they mouth, getting praised but the shit'll shift
I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it
Never alleged, word to dead I grip the fifth (boom!)
I made my housing tenement a strip, movin' medicine and nicks
When I seen 'em comin' I jetted from them pricks
And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniff
But the hurt is makin' me better with this gift
I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and
Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfucker, sometimes I cry when when I think and
Y'all ain't there when them tears bein' dried by the sinkIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner
I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)
Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look)
If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture
If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures
If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!)
I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla
Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut
The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple
Nah I ain't complaining, just tellin y'all what it is
So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid
Made something outta nothing, well I'm fronting, I was never nothing
Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?"
I look at a lot of you cats and laugh
Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passing gas
When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft
And all y'all ask about is Aftermath
Motherfucker move on!
YAOWA What's up my nigga
You say your name is John
Joell Ortiz
Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit
I know what you gon' ask
I got you, don't even stress it
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
No I don't respond with answers that fit a script
So the repetition'll make a nigga flip
We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineering a bigger spliff
Blowing circles out they mouth, getting praised but the shit'll shift
I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it
Never alleged, word to dead I grip the fifth (boom!)
I made my housing tenement a strip, movin' medicine and nicks
When I seen 'em comin' I jetted from them pricks
And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniff
But the hurt is makin' me better with this gift
I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and
Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfucker, sometimes I cry when when I think and
Y'all ain't there when them tears bein' dried by the sinkIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner
I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)
Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look)
If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture
If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures
If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!)
I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla
Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut
The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple
Nah I ain't complaining, just tellin y'all what it is
So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid
Made something outta nothing, well I'm fronting, I was never nothing
Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?"
I look at a lot of you cats and laugh
Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passing gas
When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft
And all y'all ask about is Aftermath
Motherfucker move on!
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