Caskey - Jill Place Lyrics
feat. Pablo Escabear & Jelly RollYo, this rap money ain't as quick as I supposedAnd I'm indulged in this life I chosePosing kinds and spending all your time inside a studioWhen I'm making a killing with this scriptTurning your crib into a dealership then build the shitYou gotta feel this shitIf you ever had some problems on the street I ain't grow up poorSo my homies rub a badge at meThen my father died, 16, I'm the man of the housePull them cameras out, looking up at God like hear me outBut He ain't coming any time soonDrowning in a pool of my surroundings, doing bodies on the spoonsWe still up at noon, suicidal convoys of a drug dealer, skip the sexMixing matching roaches then I flip the match, don't skip this trackMy nerves bad, pain pills on the surf, that that worst trackHad me on a map, yeah, but further back, ain't nobody bough the tapeI used to hate seeing Wayne get all that shine until he signed me, that my fateYo, the universe had come a full circleIn high school I got my house robbed for gun's sake'where my homies drew the blueprint of the houseLeave me momma one day, I guess my karma looking outIt's with Vinnie again, my only friend when I was youngerAll that ridicule we got in middle school just made my hunger strongerTo demolish all these lies I hear latelySo even when I'm gone just know you're here with meI swear I won't forget thatFloating in smoke clouds*****, I'm on the rise in my home townFrom my past, it ain't far awayTo all the folk who hold me downI swear I won't forget thatI remember that like Jill PriceWe done did some wrong just to get rightJust to get right, call it Jill PriceNow I swear I won't forget thatStaying at my momma, fuzzy islandJust another bastard, the streets were my fatherHard headed and stubborn, hate to take orders*****ed by scholarships, flushed down the toiletHurt me to my heart so I'm still holding grudgeParty after party had me face to face with deathCircles had me trapping, had to fall on my buttNigga got me slipping and he shot me in my stomachCrazy part about it is that nigga was my homieI took him on the first lit, gave him the first bricksShow me that didn't mean shit that's why I don't trust shitIssues in my past got my name on the death listStick with a forklift, blunt full of loud shitSexy little red *****, riding in my new whipPocket full of money but that still ain't shit'Cause being broke and on my dick is something that I'll never forgetI swear I won't forget thatFloating in smoke clouds*****, I'm on the rise in my home townFrom my past, it ain't far awayTo all the folk who hold me downI swear I won't forget thatI remember that like Jill PriceWe done did some wrong just to get rightJust to get right, call it Jill PriceNow I swear I won't forget thatSmoking on this lean and G helps to give me energyHelps me in this industry of fiends that keep pretend to beWhere everybody say they love you, but really try to ***** youThis music game ain't nothing, it's just a hustleUntil the fans come and they demand the albumBut for that we sold great out of our abandoned housesWhat you know about? Mama crying, saying you should slow it downBut everybody blocking you, the only to hold you downI'm blowing loud, remember the nights that I was whipping awayMy brother gone, he's sent to prison for lifeIf you still live in the light I pray you getting it rightI'm having big dreams, picket fence, kids and a wifeBut until it's that time I'm on this grind and I'm a big highForget me this time but if you wasn't with me when I couldn't get byDon't come around now that we hot as fish friedI swear I won't forget thatFloating in smoke clouds*****, I'm on the rise in my home townFrom my past, it ain't far awayTo all the folk who hold me downI swear I won't forget thatI remember that like Jill PriceWe done did some wrong just to get rightJust to get right, call it Jill PriceNow I swear I won't forget that