Statik Selektah, Joell Ortiz, Brother Ali - Damn Right lyrics
[Statik Selektah, Joell Ortiz, Brother Ali - Damn Right lyrics]
As I grew I would see them my comrades
In corridors, grouped in 2's and 3's and 4's
Sharing a blunt, talking, cursing, fighting
Sometimes weeping, lost
And it seemed to be no way whatsoever
To remove this cloud that stood
Between them and the sun
Between them and love
We all took losses, workers, the hood bosses
9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the hood warship
Hood Hoopstars that could have
Went to the league
But they whole game went to the weed
Little girl trapped in the crib off
The strength of they seed
Some older nigga had her pimped in a v
She was used to them rebox
But he got them rims that keep
Spinning when the v stop
So when the v stop, she stop
He got right, took flight
Now her little daughter needs socks
And the grandmother need rock
Cause she a victim of these street blocks
The hood is a wall and it's
Not made of sheet rocks
It's made of project bricks
Elevators is full of project piss
Incinerators is the project snitch
That's where you find old ripped checks
And notices from housing cause this malcolm
Ain't paid the rent yet
Damn right I like the life I live
(Well the going it's kinda rough hey)
Cause, I went from negative to positive
Damn right I like the life I live
(Well the going it's kinda rough hey)
Cause, I went from negative to positive
And it's all what? And it's all good
The first and the third like
Christmas in the projects
That we use food stamps
To buy inedible objects
Man the hood is a trap
Why my man can't read but he good with a mac?
You figure it out
Why my aunt and my cousin had
To live on a couch?
Simon came back from the storm
Couldn't get in his house
Housing padlocked the door for
The pettiness Guap
My cousin dead because of the color
Of the sweater he rocked
My little homie buying cocaine, 20 a pot
Not to sell but to inhale
Damn he ready to drop
My man play ball, remind me of penny a lot
Weed got him in Fedex
Lifting the heaviest box
All the ladies in that lotto playing numbers
They was dreaming they playing them so long
When they hit them they break even
Too many of us out in
This world that ain't eating
The problems we trying to make
Excuse is a great reason
Damn right I like the life I live
(Well the going it's kinda rough hey)
Cause, I went from negative to positive
Damn right I like the life I live
(Well the going it's kinda rough hey)
Cause, I went from negative to positive
And it's all what? And it's all good
The going get mighty rough
Doors keep falling shut
Bills you can't ignore them but
You know the piling up
Police round us up, authority hard to trust
And they ain't slowing up until
You're inside the cuffs
Act us if the human rights don't apply to us
Throw us in front of the judge
Load us on a bus we escape the maze and the
Poetry that we buss
The rap industry, fucked
Ain't nobody signing us
A lot of daddies ain't here to
Show us how to love
We learning from the radio
Of course it's not enough
And listen to the soundtrack
Of homies growing up
Boys in love with strippers and
Shawty want a thug when you know you stuck
Running short on love
Oven door open to warm the apartment up
The baby start to fuss
You know when times are rough
The only thing for certain
Is you cannot give up
When the going got kinda rough
I was moving all kind of stuff
Grinding to find a buck
Fiends never could buy enough
Them bills kept piling up
The haters would try their luck
So at night I'd have to fire
While running and try to duck
Them Ds inside the truck with my
Name on them iron cuffs
They want Joell in that cell
They'd love to just line it shut
The Ladies admired us My team was fly as fuck
On roof I would try to pluck
I ain't give a flying fuck man I'm gutter
My daddy left my mother
No sisters no brothers no inspiration
Just calculating it undercover
Patiently waiting, hoping I'd slip up
On a pick up
But me get caught slipping? pause
Like a hiccup but nah
It ain't fun out there serving them bombs
I was grimy i had a duke
And was serving his moms
Over this griminess my mans
Took permanent naps
I feel better in this studio
Just murdering tracks for real
Damn right I like the life I live
Times I gotta smile just to hide my tears
Struggle made me wise, beyond my years
I hustle to survive just for my kid
Damn right I like the life I live
Times I gotta smile just to hide my tears
Struggle made me wise, beyond my years
I hustle to survive just for my kid
Well the going it's kinda rough hey
In corridors, grouped in 2's and 3's and 4's
Sharing a blunt, talking, cursing, fighting
Sometimes weeping, lost
And it seemed to be no way whatsoever
To remove this cloud that stood
Between them and the sun
Between them and love
We all took losses, workers, the hood bosses
9 to 5'ers, drug dealers, the hood warship
Hood Hoopstars that could have
Went to the league
But they whole game went to the weed
Little girl trapped in the crib off
The strength of they seed
Some older nigga had her pimped in a v
She was used to them rebox
But he got them rims that keep
Spinning when the v stop
So when the v stop, she stop
He got right, took flight
Now her little daughter needs socks
And the grandmother need rock
Cause she a victim of these street blocks
The hood is a wall and it's
Not made of sheet rocks
It's made of project bricks
Elevators is full of project piss
Incinerators is the project snitch
That's where you find old ripped checks
And notices from housing cause this malcolm
Ain't paid the rent yet
Damn right I like the life I live
(Well the going it's kinda rough hey)
Cause, I went from negative to positive
Damn right I like the life I live
(Well the going it's kinda rough hey)
Cause, I went from negative to positive
And it's all what? And it's all good
The first and the third like
Christmas in the projects
That we use food stamps
To buy inedible objects
Man the hood is a trap
Why my man can't read but he good with a mac?
You figure it out
Why my aunt and my cousin had
To live on a couch?
Simon came back from the storm
Couldn't get in his house
Housing padlocked the door for
The pettiness Guap
My cousin dead because of the color
Of the sweater he rocked
My little homie buying cocaine, 20 a pot
Not to sell but to inhale
Damn he ready to drop
My man play ball, remind me of penny a lot
Weed got him in Fedex
Lifting the heaviest box
All the ladies in that lotto playing numbers
They was dreaming they playing them so long
When they hit them they break even
Too many of us out in
This world that ain't eating
The problems we trying to make
Excuse is a great reason
Damn right I like the life I live
(Well the going it's kinda rough hey)
Cause, I went from negative to positive
Damn right I like the life I live
(Well the going it's kinda rough hey)
Cause, I went from negative to positive
And it's all what? And it's all good
The going get mighty rough
Doors keep falling shut
Bills you can't ignore them but
You know the piling up
Police round us up, authority hard to trust
And they ain't slowing up until
You're inside the cuffs
Act us if the human rights don't apply to us
Throw us in front of the judge
Load us on a bus we escape the maze and the
Poetry that we buss
The rap industry, fucked
Ain't nobody signing us
A lot of daddies ain't here to
Show us how to love
We learning from the radio
Of course it's not enough
And listen to the soundtrack
Of homies growing up
Boys in love with strippers and
Shawty want a thug when you know you stuck
Running short on love
Oven door open to warm the apartment up
The baby start to fuss
You know when times are rough
The only thing for certain
Is you cannot give up
When the going got kinda rough
I was moving all kind of stuff
Grinding to find a buck
Fiends never could buy enough
Them bills kept piling up
The haters would try their luck
So at night I'd have to fire
While running and try to duck
Them Ds inside the truck with my
Name on them iron cuffs
They want Joell in that cell
They'd love to just line it shut
The Ladies admired us My team was fly as fuck
On roof I would try to pluck
I ain't give a flying fuck man I'm gutter
My daddy left my mother
No sisters no brothers no inspiration
Just calculating it undercover
Patiently waiting, hoping I'd slip up
On a pick up
But me get caught slipping? pause
Like a hiccup but nah
It ain't fun out there serving them bombs
I was grimy i had a duke
And was serving his moms
Over this griminess my mans
Took permanent naps
I feel better in this studio
Just murdering tracks for real
Damn right I like the life I live
Times I gotta smile just to hide my tears
Struggle made me wise, beyond my years
I hustle to survive just for my kid
Damn right I like the life I live
Times I gotta smile just to hide my tears
Struggle made me wise, beyond my years
I hustle to survive just for my kid
Well the going it's kinda rough hey
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