Joell Ortiz, !llmind - Light a L lyrics
[Joell Ortiz, !llmind - Light a L lyrics]
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
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 lightin'
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
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
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
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 lightin'
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
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