The Word lyrics - Joell Ortiz
The fifteen year old, sixteen year old kid that cyphered on the block wants to battle
That guy in me wants to battle
The recording artist wants to stay out of that ring
I've always rapped with my back against the wall because I've wanted to knock down that invisible wall of "He's nice for a Puerto Rican"
I love it, I love it I'm proud to be, you know, what I am
But like when it comes to like this music thing like I think like since it's something just for the ears like I don't think people should look at it with their eyes
When it's all said and done and they bring up Joell Ortiz I want them to be like "Son was nice"
Human (Intro) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Oh, the game
Oh, the game
Oh, the game
Oh, the game
We all come from something, me, Joe, Royce and CROOKED. I miss talking about what I come from, you know what I'm sayin'? Like I'm a quarter of the best rap group, in my opinion, ever assembled, but I'm 100% of Joell, and I wanna tell that story some more
New Era lyrics - Joell Ortiz
7 and a half Yank New Era
Spank whoever feel like their knuckle game do better
Bitches try to bag me, I never chase pussy
And we could never be family, I don't relate, pussy
I still hop off trains then hop on planes, yeah every single state book me
Word to my chain, a nigga ain't book me
Learn the name, rookie
Ayo, I think my new AK's JO
Everything I rhyme cook yayo
I grew up on the opposite side, I'm not you
My niggas brought them choppers outside for Fox News
Knock on the door, Rasta's inside, the pot move
Roll up an L of chocolate Thai and [?]
Me and [?] play Monopoly, my property gone
I lost him before I knew how to properly mourn
I do my rappin' nowadays in apology form
Like I'm sorry, that shit that you're rockin', that's not what we're on
[Hook:]
7 and a half Yank New Era
It's real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era
7 and a half Yank New Era
It's all real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era
Mama ain't ever raise no fool or no sucka
Escape from who? You've never been a threat
You pillow talk with birds and hover over green like vinaigrette
Suck another nigga's dick to get a check
I check in hotels, kick off my checks and have disrespectful sex
That whip breakin' your neck, I coulda bought it, I don't want it
And just cause son got it don't mean that he could afford it
Lot of smoke and mirrors, feel like I'm walkin' all through a haunted house
First nigga jump out, I'ma drop him, y'all can record it
I stay camera ready, cause I don't change for the cameras, ready?
Now watch me go pro on these amateurs
Hand steady, I race against Andretti
And 9.6 volt remote control cars with old Eveready
I'm too mothafuckin' grown, y'all too mothafuckin' petty
Y'all worried 'bout Barneys, I'm upstairs fuckin' Betty
Think I lie through raps? Get smacked, boy I combine two hats
The nigga under this fitted'll snap
[Hook:]
7 and a half Yank New Era
It's real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era
7 and a half Yank New Era
It's all real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era
I Just Might lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Man, fuck around and I just might
I just might go up to the Heights on my new bike, painted Spyder white
Pull up on your bitch, an indictment like
Helmet half off and get some helmet later on inspired by the pipes
Or I just might, hit a spot on Steinway like, see the vibe is like
Tell 'em bring a few bottles over but don't provide the light
Get the aluminum pole and fire right
And smoke [?] hookah the entire night
I just might fill my truck up with some lady friends
Front on the hood like the Mercedes Benz sign
You ain't ever seen this kind, they all Canadians
That'll hop out this whip with big apples like the state we in
Nigga I just might say fuck and slide up to Harlem and check my nigga PO
Post up right on his corner and light a cigarillo
It's a million fish in the sea up there, I chase mine while sippin' the Nemo
[Hook:]
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
I just might do a business deal in my slippers
Be 30 minutes late and then show up with a stripper
Pay the whole check in cash and tell the owner he should tip her
I'm grown, call me Mr
I just might rock this mean hat that I bought
Throw on some clean basketball shorts
Hit a Nets game, give Jay Z dap at halfcourt
Then slide to 40/40 for a shot of Jack and take off
Or I just might make my jeweler make a piece at 4 in the morn'
Tell him meet me outside the club and throw the shit on
Have it swingin' in the afty, swing on you if you tap me
Bloody your khakis
I just might do what I fuckin' like
Fuck shorty cause her and my ex look fuckin' alike
And do shit in the bed that my ex wouldn't like
And fly my ex in on the next fuckin' flight, fuckin' right
[Hook:]
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
Wait, wait up
Wait, wait up
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
My Niggas lyrics - Joell Ortiz
I ain't tryna shit on y'all niggas
I don't want y'all to feel a way
I'm just livin', my niggas
Tryna make today a better day
How can you not feel that, my nigga?
I grew up in the 'jects around killers
MAC-11s, TECs and 9 millis
Welfare checks and wild dealers
I'm just happy I made it out the slums, my nigga
We scrambled over crumbs, my nigga
Tried to get fly, to avoid bein' bums, my nigga
It's rough where I'm from, my nigga
Back block fakin', crack pot shakin'
Welcome to the hood, my niggas
It's never all good, my niggas
They thought I'd be in jail
They thought that I'd get high
They thought that I would die, my niggas
I looked inside my grandmother's eyes
Promised her I would try, my niggas
[Hook:]
Y'all hatin', I'm like, "Why, my niggas?"
I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas
Barely gettin' by, my niggas
Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas
Tryna duck the 5, my niggas
Out there on the grind, take a 9 for a dime
Just tryna get mine, my nigga
Lookin' back, I was out my mind
How the fuck did I find time to try to write rhymes, my nigga?
Crab niggas try to grab you down
Know how hard it is to climb, my nigga?
Let a nigga shine, my nigga
I'm finna cop the coupe and I'm rippin' off the roof
Whenever the sun shine, my nigga
My nigga, we talkin' 'bout me
Before the record deals, dealin', tryin' not to get a record
Boy we got it crackin' on that hill
Niggas cracked but I ain't squeal
I've always been real, for the record
Damn right I made it, you niggas gon' take it how you take it
But no if/ands, all the bitches are butt naked
You sittin' there hatin'
I'm standin' here shakin' the dice, we out Vegas
[Hook:]
You mad, I'm like, "Why, my niggas?"
I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas
Barely gettin' by, my niggas
Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas
Tryna duck the 5, my niggas
New niggas try to give me dap, but I just duck the 5, my niggas
When I was just startin', they was just watchin'
Friendship, I can't justify, my niggas
It's just us, yup, just me and my niggas
Cups up, fucked up, we some wild niggas
Y'all niggas is lame, it's a shame
You change the way you look at things
The things you look at'll start to change
[Hook:]
You blamin' me? Why, my niggas?
You mad, I'm like, "Why, my niggas?"
I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas
Barely gettin' by, my niggas
Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas
Tryna duck the 5, my niggas
Tryna duck the 5, duck niggas
Six Fo' lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Put this mothafucka in neutral and let it roll
This sounds best in the car
Vocal calisthenics, let me flex on the bars
Ain't even gotta try to tell everybody bye
You could pull up any verse and never dip on the high
Why am I still considered the head honcho?
Fire flows turn all them designer clothes into red ponchos
Paragraphs disperse lead pronto
Bring you to your knees slow like Tebow watchin' the Jets-Broncos
Look at what my thoughts bring
These up and comers like the first day of summer, they my offspring
Feels like an undercover boss thing
Oh my godly pace forces me to hardly race, I'm New York's king
These words runnin' 'round in my head
I slow 'em down and connect 'em underground 'til y'all dead
They said if you rap too good, you'll never make a profit
Tell that to these bank tellers when I make deposits
Tell that to the flight attendant when the plane departin'
And tell your bitch get off my dick like Lorena Bobbitt
This ain't no movie that I play a part in
It's real life and I'm nice in the punch-you-in-the-face department
Writin' hand too strong, you gotta break your arm and
To try to be in conversations that my name's involved in
I'm best of friends with Eminem, Dr. Dre and all them
Gang members, Yelawolf, Paul, Tracy and all them
I would play the park bench with a crazy Walkman
Listenin' straight, no rewind button
Flip the tape, fast forward just to rewind somethin'
Fast forward, I'm flippin' tapes, look at me, I'm frontin'
They said I'd never make it
Rikers Island just knew they'd be makin' bed arrangements
One of them bullets just knew they would hit my chest and cave it
I'm wanted, better face it
I'm Dufresne, I've been through a lot of shit, but better I 'scaped it
I'm from a world full of run-up-in-your-spot robbers
No carpentry class kinda ox carvers
On the block with a Glock and rock joggers
And nobody saw nothin', you got shot for bein' a blogger
Look what all these hard bars did for me
Nice guys finish last, I gotta disagree
This spittin' spree keeps me at the dealership
Like I fuck nothin' but virgins, every year I'm in a different V
While these rappers got a kick out of mimicry
My raps felt like blackbelts in the 6th degree
I roundhouse anyone who tryna trade rounds
With the House and house rounds in any battle, nigga, this is me
I get it poppin', it's the Papi Chulo
Pop into this spot, pop bottles then pop out with your mami culo
Just fucked a pop star but promised to never let you know
I'm tellin' you though, she look like she on Telemundo
I don't care if she faked it all day
Right after I nut, I said I came a long way
From coppin' new Js in Dr. Jays on Broadway
To stylists at the Grammys, watchin' plays on Broadway
To the private invite from playwrights, guess I played it right
Is y'all Mayweather or Mike, is you gon' take the fight?
I'm just tryna get in shape to hit the weigh in like
Skip this press conference, less nonsense, nigga say goodnight
I took an oath to never let my fans down
First rapper to man up'll be a man down
Skinny, chubby, fat, 5'6" tall
Line 'em up, I got a coffin that's one-size-fits-all
This pen is what kept me out the pens, but how you act depends
If a life sentence pens for pennin' your end
My wrist swings like a pendulum for perfect penmanship
Been there, oh my empire's dependent again
Light A L lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Man y'all niggas don't know me, let me finish my water
So much more to me, I feel like I oughta
Tell you all about the minority from the corner
Just tryna make some money to feed my daughter
Well in my case, two sons, in the hood with loose crumbs
And niggas that should be hooked on phonics
Hooked to new guns, even the police shoots them
This where the Puerto Rican member of that group from
Half gallons of cognac, on the train car packed
Headed up to the Deuce to bring some broads back
Poof, get into somethin', where my hawk at?
Ooh this finna get disgusting
Man all you fake hood niggas, boy y'all ain't missin' nothin'
We bring gun barrels to fights
I miss my cousin, they did him like Harold at the light
But we rode down on that nigga like Cam'Ron on that bike
Tryna get paid in full, my trays was full
A half moon made my fade look cool, a younger Yaowa
Sunflower seeds, house keys in the Eddie Bauer
Hood top to bottom, pass the bottle around
Everybody tap the bottom, take out my tops and bottoms
[Hook:]
Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher
Freestylin' made my bars get tighter
I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter"
Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire
Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter
Helped tag in the lumber yard
Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers
In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God
Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard
But that's why I'm fuckin' hard
[?] in the summer, low whites under
More sun, more aggie, more fights, none of
Them bitches wanted it but Leisha, man she throw that thunder
Grease on her face, scarfed up in the Polo pajamas
Johnny pump open, wet your car, get bold if you wanna
Will wet your car with somethin' different, roll back 'round that corner
Hip-hop with Mellie then hit pot and scaley
Then sneak up to my roof and get sick mop from Shelly
I'm a project nigga, in my project lobby
Takin' project pictures with my project army
Standin' in the hall and lighin' candles for the fallen
Reminiscin', sippin', snifflin', and missin' all them
Hide piece and butter, come and get your supper
A game of steel and bacon, niggas waitin' on their number
I remember when it was hard if you could go outside
You was watchin' from your window, nigga
[Hook:]
Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher
Freestylin' made my bars get tighter
I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter"
Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire
Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter
Helped tag in the lumber yard
Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers
In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God
Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard
But that's why I'm fuckin' hard
Dutch paper
Incinerator
Elevators
Nosey neighbors
Guns barkin'
Cops barkin'
Dogs barkin'
My mom's barkin'
Aye fellas I gotta get out of here, man, my mom's trippin'. I'm comin' up now. I'd like to thank everybody in Cooper Projects, Brooklyn for turnin' that little boy into the man that I am today. Yeah me no play
Lil' Piggies lyrics - Joell Ortiz
You mothafuckas ready?
I'm walkin' through this bitch with my machete
Put your chemical suit on
What you 'bout to come in contact with is deadly
I'm tired of the gimmicks, firin' your style, is you bitches?
Fuck you and your selfies, why you smilin' in pictures?
What you think this is a game, nigga?
Ooooh man y'all lucky I don't name niggas, lame niggas
Call me Dhalsim, I'm finna flame niggas, shut up
Talkin' to every rich and famous nigga, what up?
Spar with the stars, meet me in your garage
Where you park all your cars
I'll show you how you get sparked with these bars
You's a walk in the... park
Where they find you? Rhymes, I'll outrhyme you
Lines, I'll outline you... in chalk
Load up the magazine and throw at the magazine that said your album was mean
Shoot to your photoshoot and shoot your photoshoot
Think I'm just bein' vocal in the vocal booth?
Everybody head got a price, that's a quotable
[Hook:]
This lil' piggy said he hard
But this lil' piggy walkin' 'round with bodyguards
This lil' piggy is a fraud
This lil' piggy said he real
But this lil' piggy get smacked, bet he squeal
This lil' piggy is a bitch
Niggas take my kindness for weakness
I look at your kind and see weakness
I sound like somethin' divine in these speakers
Y'all look like somethin' of mine in the cleaners, washed up
I rinse your whole squad up
Put you on spin cycle then hang your panties and bras up in Starbucks
Ah I'm just ventin' like a large cup
Cause I make magic happen with this pen
And it go platinum, but Copperfield is back at it again
So you can shine as long as this shit I'm rappin' is a gem
Don't nobody say it how I say it
Get on stage and display it, how I display it
Convey it in such a way that it stays with you, man it's crazy
They callin' me underground but I'm your mothafuckin' favorite
When you press play it... do somethin' to you
And never mention my name, boy I'll do somethin' to you
[Hook:]
This lil' piggy said he hard
But this lil' piggy walkin' 'round with bodyguards
This lil' piggy is a fraud
This lil' piggy said he real
But this lil' piggy get smacked, bet he squeal
This lil' piggy is a bitch
This lil' piggy said he hard
But this lil' piggy walkin' 'round with bodyguards
This lil' piggy is a fraud
(Keep believin' what you see on social media, man, that ain't real)
This lil' piggy said he real
But this lil' piggy get smacked, bet he squeal
This lil' piggy is a bitch
(Just like pow)
I don't fuck with y'all, y'all like broads
Your whole team is just not like ours
I'm a VIP nigga sittin' at the bar
The nigga that you see when them cameras on
Is the nigga that you meet when them cameras off
I am who I am, that's not who they are
Latino, Pt. 2 lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Emilio Rojas, Bodega Bamz & Chris Rivers)
[Verse 1 - Emilio Rojas:]
Cry first and laugh last
Television was on, we never had dads
And the city was flooded with mad crack
Cause they experiment on minorities like we lab rats
Priorities, it's fuck authority
A man that can stand on his own and show maturity
I ain't ever ask for a loan, I've been supportin' me
Takin' cash from hoes like a sorority
Oh yeah they comin' for your life
Con Ed, I'm comin' for your light
It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite
You ain't bleed then it wasn't worth the fight
I'm givin' y'all bread and water, ah bread and water all they get
And it ain't shakin' no hands, so fuck your politics
This isn't makin' a [?], I burn a lot of bridges down
Then I played in the ash like fuck a following
All we ever wanted was good pussy and credit scores
Their own cars is better than all our rentals are
I'm sick of y'all, dudes switchin' and gettin' hot
Like Bruce Jenner and menopause
Ain't never told us detox the senators
I say they sent us to detox the criminals
So the minute that we pop his genitals
Emilio ain't gon' ever fall, I told y'all
[Verse 2 - Bodega Bamz:]
Everybody pressin' charges, they ain't change where I'm from
It's no game, even Ndamukong Suh
Connect try to keep me out the loop
It's canine proof, all my birds in the coop
Niggas wanna see me in the cage (but why?)
My lawyer gets surprised with the money I save (ching ching!)
I'm low like Fetty Wap's left eye
I coulda sworn I saw Left Eye in Best Buy
Nike slippers, read the paper on the milk crates
Sippin' Arizona, I got stripes like a Zebra Cake
Believe me, fast money like a relay
Shopped in SoHo when Prince Street had replays
>D-day?<, I love my heritage
And fuck the race, if you real you my relative
Why so sensitive?
The revolution will be tele-vized
Excuse the grammar, I'm a ghetto kid
My grandma still alive and all 11 kids
Only my father made it, let's reminisce another time
Bought a watch with these bars to kill time
Sick in the head, now that's an ill mind
Shine like a d-d-diamond [?] young
I said one day I'd have a Lambo, not a Hyundai
I kill for these stacks like Jimmy Caan
Wait let a G win like the Padres
Let a G win like Tony's last name
Who played first base for San Diego
Had to break it down
Fuck the cops, we gotta triumph
Fight for Freddie right now, it's about to be more riots
They wanna kill the youth when they need more guidance
With more violence you can only expect more defiance
It's hard to be vocal when they shoot you up and choke you
Die unexpected if the wrong one approach you
Sharpton ain't doin' enough, where's all the leaders?
Breakin' the same laws, we follow how they teach us
I never seen a thug win a million with Regis
Or a single mother from the ghetto either
Fuck y'all
[Interlude - Joell Ortiz:]
It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in
Goes by the name of Puerto Rico
[Verse 3 - Chris Rivers:]
Nigga the champ is here, Cassius Clay in his prime
The Mike Tyson, Bruce Lee, Stephen Hawking of rhymes
Combined with Einstein's mind and then refined like it's wine
I write divine lines, I fill my time by feelin' these dimes
Fill my satisfaction with valid rappin' and Magnum clappin'
Fact I haven't felt emotions that's potent since daddy's passin'
I'm the Marilyn Manson of pattern relax in baths of acid
I got True Religion jeans, if I kill you it's act of passion
I'm a dragon rap admiral managing slapping your laterals
Aptitude is ample to pass all the rap masters
Who master it, cracking ribs like >clashing mandible????<
Put you in the earth, what it's worth you can act natural
The pragmatical mathematical rappin' cannibal
Who ramp with animals, Bronx nigga that has an attitude
You see my avenue is compatible with a battle room
I never sold crack, just wrote dope lines to hand to you
Package that, I got the Cadillac of flows
Cataracs these hoes cause I'm soundin' like platinum gold
You never see a ghost, that's what me and my dad was told
So now I'm pickin' up the torch while these labels haggle my soul
Y'all can suck the undercuts of my nuts while I take a shit
Only spend nights, I don't gotta know what patience is
All you niggas bitches, to exist you gotta take my rent
Blow your fuckin' head off clean bro, save the witness
[Verse 4 - Joell Ortiz:]
Latino, I'm that and I'm proud
If you don't know us, let me tell you about
Niggas that slam their dominoes loud, let you see copy
[?] cheek choffy
Cherry coco, peña drip 'til your teeth sloppy
Hustlers become connects when they need papis
Nissan, Honda, Chevy on the back block
Runnin' routes with the bow bow in the stash box
When I speak it's chop yaow, I'm a New Yorican
Calderon on the phone, I'm in [?] creepin'
Y'all hangin' on resorts to just chill
I'm in the casa, rios take a walk down the hill
One way in, one way out, where y'all all could get killed
Leave them niggas alone, that's how the officers feel
Nigga, my people, beach, 98 gettin' our tan on
Slippers walkin' on [?], hittin' the sand strong
But plan wrong, it will transform
Wet you then find a Jet Blue out to San Juan
We don't look for parties, the party's wherever we go
Turn the corner section to the 4th of Julio
Too much to fit in one 16
So let me cook like the festival on 1/16
Mean, my career's been like one sick dream
A nightmare, scary how I does this thing
You ain't elite, I'm made of deep
God thought he was stuntin' when he created me
Rap's Bobby Fischer, nigga please take a seat
I made you in three moves: ink, paper, beat
Y'all keep playin', nigga, we play for keeps
Stop claimin' to be what my eyes don't see though
Every verse I spit, you get an 'ay dios mio'
This time with my amigos, Latinos
Who Woulda' Knew lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Father Dude)
[Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:]
She say she love me and her mouth mean it
And her heart mean it
And her eyes mean it
But her mind leanin'
Toward the life she lived before me, often I'm seein'
Her mood switch up right before me when we're life dreamin'
Layin' our head, I'm seein' 4 years ahead
She seein' 4 years ago, wishin' she wasn't in this bed
Instead, she miss the club life, the pop bub' life
The life she used to love is fuckin' up our love life
It's tough cause I'm lookin' at her knowin' she the one like
Man... look how far we've come
All our friends say relationships are hard, we're numb
This natural high exceeds every single bar we've done
And I ain't tryna keep you home, baby, nah we young
But that departin' from them clubs at 4 AM when shorty's party done
Is a life that I watched your love part me from
I ain't tryna not be fun, just tryna grow
[Hook - Father Dude:]
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
[Verse 2 - Joell Ortiz:]
Last time I checked, nobody checkin' on my ID
I'm grown, plus everybody know who I be
She comments on everything you post, I see
But I'm a G, I don't argue over IG
Told me you could handle my celebrity, but fight me
And question my integrity whenever someone likes me
If you don't like what you read then stop readin'
Baby I got an army to lead, I'm tweetin'
You worry 'bout my page, got me startin' to worry 'bout your age
They say it's just a number, I wonder if you behave
Like a grownup but miss makin' mistakes
Baby hold up, I'm just raisin' the stakes, but you know what?
When the weight of the world's on your shoulders it gets heavy
And too much brainstormin' could break the levee
But baby I'm here, I got so many ideas and I'm ready
I'm thinkin' you just love the idea of bein' ready, girl
[Hook - Father Dude:]
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz:]
I'm preparin' for more, this house feels like a kitchen
You standin' at the door like this house feels like a prison
Used to fuck you on the terrace and let you look at the town
Now I fuck you on the terrace, feels like you lookin' around
Like the grass gets greener or maybe you miss smokin'
That green grass with Selena on the ave near the cleaners
Laughin', reminiscin' how y'all smash La Marina
With homie you used to smash with the stash in the Bimmer
Tryna change the scene as we chase this dream
Our relationship is in a league of its own
Cause I'm finally on my favorite team, let's embrace this thing
I'm tryna iron this shit out but am I wasting steam?
I feel like you wish the past was the present
The gift's in our future and you gon' fuck around and pass on the presents
What we have is a blessing
But it'll turn into somethin' we once had if we let it
Don't let it
[Hook - Father Dude:]
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
Bad Santa lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Jared Evan)
[Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:]
Sometimes I wonder if he knows I love him
I don't feel that daddy squeeze when I hug him
He says "I love you" when he hangin' up the phone but it's muffled
Like he's uncomfortable sayin' it, so his voice has trouble
Gettin' the words out, his mother gave up bein' my baby
She packed her bags and hit Atlanta when he was a baby
Man them first couple of years it was crazy
I'm back and forth to child support then she agreed he could stay with me
On Christmas vacations, I would lift him up, raise him
So high in the air, my eyes tearin', this kid is amazin'
This year is the fourth generation PlayStation I know he's awaitin'
It's under that tree waitin'
It's that look on his face when he's happy that makes me proud to be daddy
When he runs over and grabs me, filled with true joy
In the same moment I'm bothered, I mean he knows I'm his father
But am I just that once-a-year homie with new toys?
[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]
Sometimes I wonder if rap is a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Pardon me if I curse when I'm rappin' and shit
But sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
A curse comes wrapped as a gift
Sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Am I a bad Santa?
[Verse 2 - Jared Evan:]
Will you show up in the middle of night?
Will you be the one to turn off the lights?
I hope so
When I see you, everything is alright
But will you really be here tonight?
I don't know
It's like all this time, I've been wanderin', waiting for you
You stay on my mind, cause I belong to you
Santa...
[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]
Sometimes I wonder if rap is a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Pardon me if I curse when I'm rappin' and shit
But sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
A curse comes wrapped as a gift
Sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Am I a bad Santa?
[Bridge - Joell Ortiz:]
It's you I'll always be there for
I'm just wishin' I could be there more
This music's keepin' me on tour
But I'll be right back to see my boy
[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]
Sometimes I wonder if rap is a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Pardon me if I curse when I'm rappin' and shit
But sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
A curse comes wrapped as a gift
Sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Am I a bad Santa?
Human (Outro) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Fuck it
Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it
Just respect it and be honored
That I'm standin' in your presence, it's the Yaowa
We ain't promised tomorrow
I grew up in a single household, my mama was father
My uncle was junkie
My cousin was a dickhead tryin' to punk me
My other cousin got bodied cause of a stupid color
My projects is a live set, we shoot at each other
Some niggas is 'bout it, some niggas is scared
But even the 'bout it niggas fear, the worry is shared
Vision blurry, impaired
Pickin' up pace in the hood and I hurry to where
Same corner store, same faces in front of it
Same dice game, same 40 and same blunt is lit
Same couple of schemes to get a hundred quick
Some niggas is grimy, scheme on who they runnin' with
But see I was smart, I bought another clip
Never wait to get shot at to shoot, that's some dummy shit
It was just me, no brothers or sis
No one to tell I'm plummeted to a fuckin' abyss
Them drug dealers at my door again
My mom's meetin' 'em in the hall again
I swear when I grow up I'm killin' all of them
Man that shouldn't be your thoughts after 10
But that's the life that I was brought up in
I never had a choice
Walkin' through the livin' room, hearin' my granny voice
Like "Don't you be just like the rest of them
Your boy [?], yeah they arrested him"
But little Joell, he ain't let it get the best of him
Fuck it
Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it
I'm just human
I'm only human
I'm talkin' pre-music
Pre-money, pre-fame, pre-groupies, just highwaters
Comin' out the snow, peelin' your socks off yah
Freezin' just to find out there's no hot water
Man I had packed roaches
That couch is 20 years old but it's the best sofa
Moms ain't cook yesterday so ain't no leftovers
Still every fuckin' Halloween I would egg yolk yah
We lit the staircase up with cap gun revolvers
Playin' cops and robbers
Funny, I'm lookin' back now, we all wanted to be robbers
We didn't respect the coppers
We used to go up to the roof and throw rocks at the choppers
Fast forward, I'm at the table, the rock gettin' chopped up
That Reebok sneaker box is startin' to get guapped up
Your jewelry and clothes, that's startin' to pop up
I'm a teenager now, much more than a monster
I stole a Hyundai Elantra and crashed it into a Honda
I'm in the backway with a bird and I'm standin' behind her
I remember that first feeling, remember that first feeling
No condom, I was illin'
Dead ass
Young, dumb with a gun and just feining to turn you to a dead ass
I remember that night I borrowed my nigga Fred's mask
And they found son in the street, nobody know what happened but
Yeah I still jump out of my sleep
Let me leave that right there before I incriminate myself
Behind this beat
My life ain't sweet
It's sort of like finders keepers
And you'll be surprised by some of the shit these finders keep
Keep, I can no longer do
I can't keep this all to myself, I must give some to you
Before music, the only check I got was summer youth
Yeah I'm a rapper but I'm still... I'm still one of you
Human
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