joell ortiz - 125 part 4 (finale) lyrics
(yeah)
dear lord (word)
why do i feel how i feel?
i could move a thousand bundles of krills (uh huh)
i could hit the lottery for a mil
money no longer make me smile, it’s wild
stress hurt like burying your first child (word)
i’m really losin’ my drive to do this music (d-mn)
if it don’t happen after this, i’m through with it (done)
twenty-five, still live at my mom’s crib, two kids
ever heard that saying, “so smart you’re stupid”?
that’s me
fourteen and change on my s.a.t.’s
chose the project over college, what a f-ck up (f-ck)
on the block hollering at b-tches like “f-ck you, you stuck up”
but what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave?
a man when she get back from work
what am i worth? (huh?)
then they said my pay could get me out the p’s
but he been away for five, so he don’t see what i see (woof)
mom’s like “turn that down, i can’t hear my t.v. (sh-t)
worrying about them beats, i ain’t raised no deadbeats (but i)
better find you a application boy, get up on yo feet” (right)
though your e.d.’s was dirty, my rhyme book was neat (ya)
plus i ink my heart and soul in ’em sheets (but uh)
holla at me though (word)
i’m so unhappy yo
don’t wanna be the dude in the barbershop that coulda made it (nah)
and decipher when young boys spittin’ sh-t that’s outdated
and ’em n-gg-s walkin’ away like homie was overrated (d-mn)
life ain’t a b-tch
life is life and i hate it
never tried suicide, i ain’t got the heart to pull it
know your brain feel pain when it stained by that bullet (whoa)
i don’t wanna live
yet i don’t wanna die (die)
and have god say “you was about to do it, joell why? ” (why)
daddy, do you even care that yo boy is still alive? (uhh)
ain’t seen you since ’83, h-llo to you to (d-mn)
guess i was unimportant, and you had to do you
sad that i had to guess, that just added to my stress
mom did her best man, f-ck that, i don’t get it
how could you just go and forget that i existed? (your son)
guess i’m not like you
’cause i ain’t a punk (no way)
i don’t run away from problems, i solve ’em and man up (what)
mom said i got a step-brother named jamel
a older sister as well
forgot her name
why did we never meet?
i was the only child (uh huh)
who wasn’t an only child (uh huh)
who felt lonely, wow (wow)
how can i tell my sons about a grandpa i ain’t know? (you can’t)
i’m done with you, yo next topic
i miss you james, i seen your daughters last month
they gettin’ big (yeah)
i know you surprised in heaven that yvette had a kid (haha)
wish we could sip one more bluie together (one more)
in that rx-7, we all smelt like gas (haha)
still we hopped in the pool, shopped off with her -ss (shaw)
p.a. ain’t the same without you
whenever me and p.o. get bent, that’s my word
we think about you (word)
rollin’ up your sleeve, that’s when we knew you was drunk
remember that time your armpit had that yellowish stuff? (haha)
what the f-ck was that? (yeah)
be proud of me, i’m coming up in rap (what)
jus waiting on my dough, you know the biz (biz)
what up with miz? tell that n-gg- i say “what up? ”
devon gettin’ better in b-ball, his tall -ss is tryna dunk (haha)
through this gift right here, i promise to stay in touch
one, when will this bus come? been waitin’ on this ride for years (years)
all my shirts is stiff from the driest tears
what the f-ck? i’m knife, the world need to know (c’mon)
comments on hiphopgame say “honestly, he should blow” (joell)
all these meetings was lame, every one is the same (where we goin’?)
i pop in my demo and everyone blows insane
walk out the building, head higher than cocaine
only for me to never ever hear from them again (d-mn)
that’s why i contemplate puttin’ my pen away
but i don’t, ’cause muh’f-ckers did the same sh-t to jay (word)
coincidence? nah, i don’t believe in those (f-ck em)
sh-t happens for a reason, if this was meant, i’ll know (word)
what do i got to do, lord? my song’s is tight (uh huh)
my shows is jam-packed, i’m hip hop’s “anthrax” (sick)
n-body can touch me but i’m still in the hood
how could you leave me around danger when your boy’s this good?
patience is a virtue but enough is enough (yeah)
by the time i get on i’ll be to tired to celebrate
yeah, i know i’m lying, i’ll wake up when i get that cake (haha)
first thing i’ll cop is a plane ticket and escape (flyy)
i don’t care where just far away from here (gone)
turn my phone off, i’ll fold my beach chair and just stare (look at this sh-t)
like “h-ll yeah, life”
told you we twinkle our toes in the sand that’s white (c’mon)
last one to the ocean is weak
and swim in the water that’s clear enough to stand up and see your feet (d-mn)
but that’s only “if”, if “if” was a ceo (what)
we’d all have a deal (huh)
we’d all sell a mil (word)
i’m talkin’ to underdogs who feel how i feel
well y’all can’t feel how i feel, but you know what i mean
right now i can only write about the things i’ve seen (cool though)
sounds sad but, i could fit that in a sixteen
and the furthest i ever been was l.a. for a couple of days
can’t front, the plane was smooth and in front of the train (haha)
and anyway, everything ain’t okay
i’m try and live for today, but tomorrow’s a repeat of yesterday (psyche)
same sh-t, different paper
another let down, but they disguise it this time with a different answer (d-mn)
the game’s scared to gamble and they know i’m nice (c’mon)
how you gonna double up yo dough if you don’t roll ’em dice? (d-mn)
it’s a fifty-fifty chance, but in my case, it’s ninety-nine to one (one)
the one is what i’m gon’ say when i’m done havin’ fun with these tracks
’cause yes, it’s so, so easy (yeah)
like readin’ the good book in a room with no t.v. (what)
no i ain’t braggin’, just a confident kid (uh huh)
that ain’t reaping the benefits he deserved for conquering “this” (c’mon)
“this” meaning the crowd (crowd), the art (art), hip hop itself
i am the one, neo is my son
people, i’m from the bottom just like you
if you ain’t from the bottom, no offense, but are not who i write to (nah)
i’m the underdog’s underdog, i love the r’s (love ’em)
joey feels so much better when the road was hard (ahh)
i can’t wait, literally
i’m the epitome of what a real n-gg- emcee should be (uh uh)
follow me…
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