Joell Ortiz - Stay Schemin Freestyle lyrics

One quarter of the Slaughter reporting to
You live from across the water
In Jersey where I just bought a condominium
I see the city from my balcony
Sipping gin with a grin for everyone
Who had it out for me
Nah I ain't flossing I just told
You I had mouths to feed
And a grandma that told me from her
Death bed she was proud of me
Ya'll hear a beat
I don't hear just music I hear an opportunity
A chance and I won't lose it
They told me I was fat, rhymed too hard
I need some smooth shit
Tried to blackball me but I'm
Awesome with my pool stick
Mice in every glue trap, roaches everywhere
Piss on every stair
Uh oh momma we're out of here
I made the studio my home
The streets I left them flat
Sold the rest of my crack
And started blessing these tracks
The rest of it is a wrap
My knapsack on my back
Tracy gives me a hug and Eminem gives me dap
I'm writing choruses meta-morphed
Into Morpheus
Putting verses into coffins it's just another
Day at the Shady office
BET awards was just a sneak
Peak at the power house wipe your feet
May 15th ya'll welcome to our house
Rap fans made who feel like weed
Heads in a sour drought we got that fire
I walk on the stage and a YAOWA
I shout and they shout higher
I'm dressing flyer
But Biggie Smalls was no liar
More money more problems so though
I try to be
A better father baby momma's not in tune
I got another hearing down for
Child support in June
Bitch, you wasn't with me writing in my room
Bitch, you wasn't with me writing in my room
Where I dismantled pianos and
A violin was doomed
Cuz my voice turns everything into
A light under a spoon i'm more than dope
They try to cope with the
Fact that I'm no joke
But, it's hard to not feel burnt
When you out here getting smoked
So one day someone will loc and
Think he's Billy the Kid
And I'll show Billy the Kids
Just offspring of the GOAT
I'm Earl Manigault
When I twirl my hand I assault
Every damn man in the sport
So don't stand foot on the
Court unless you're a baller
Me I look at the ref and I smile
I'm such a word smith I
Anticipate a technical foul
Why you pulling on my jersey
You want to know me baby?
Telly cost a buck fifty like Kobe's lady
How you going to tell a
Genius nigga don't be crazy?
I don't believe in if, try, can't, almost
Or maybe i get it done, nothing to it
But do to do it no excuses
Point your finger in the mirror
If you blew it fucker