[Intro: Joell Ortiz]

Mmm, mmm, mmm, life takes some interestin' turns, don't it?

It's all good, just can't get off the road

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

I ain't gon' lie, a lot of this is hard to take

I'm watchin' 'em praise the okay and overlook the great

I'm not sayin' that they ain't straight

I'm just sayin' that- nevermind

No matter what they gon' turn this shit into hate

So fuck it, let it alone

Headphones, dead in a zone like Rick and Michonne

I'm feelin' better on my own

Took a sec for me to accept that next time I'm on the road

Won't be no Crook, won't be no Royce, won't be no Joe

Just lookin' at the Hudson river right now, sittin' on the rocks feelin' like my reflection's life reflection, is it not?

Some people bought the ferry, other people dock a yacht

But the waves keep crashin' while the ducks just sit and watch

Sometimes, I daydream about me sittin' at the top

I see the clubs goin' crazy everytime my record drop

I see plaques on the wall and glass cases

For awards that I done got

Performin' for like a million a pop

The truth is, it's like one in a million to pop

And the only artists that really get the millions is Pop

Bein' simple is a yes and bein' skilled is a not

Havin' substance is lame, usin' substance is hot

So here I am still the hottest nigga in my barber shop

To get a number one but not that number one spot

I'm in a weird place, my fans don't expect me on the charts

Guess when you gifted, sometimes you rap yourself into a box

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]

But still I jot

The way I put words together look complex so whatever

But still I jot

I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if I come off smart

I'm just tryna jot down a couple lines and see

If y'all like a couple of my rhymes as I-as I jot

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Four chicken wings fried hard with pork friend rice

Egg roll, two duck sauces will suffice

Fill my stomach up until it's time to get nice

Five sink cups, juice to chase it, a bag of ice

Whatever be decided, we gon' sip on that nice

Pocket full of work so fiends can come and get right

Two green, one red dice, you call a point through the weed smoke

Hammer underneath coat

That A-B'll lead to C ya later when that D-E choke

Just leave broke

Keep minutes on your cell, a sneaker box to dig in for your bail

And a team full of hitters who wouldn't tell

Wanna get it off quicker, then don't be stingy on that scale

Stuffed 'em, sandwich bags overpacked to twelve-twelves

Be on your fourth re before the first flip sells

That's the pre-music Joell

A Joell these check writin' executives don't really know well

I should win a Nobel

From carryin' my pieces to guardin' my prize possessions to Peace God, yeah, that was Marshall in my session

Now that I think about it, bring another bottle to my section

Let's celebrate that my apartment ain't from Section Eight no more

Ain't no more hungry nights

Momma, we don't wait no more

The First don't hold weight no more

I tell that waiter wait, no more

I gotta watch my figure, can't put on weight no more (Why?)

'Cause if I truly want a shot at the top I gotta drop

That's what they said

I guess I'll jog before I jot

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]

The way I put words together look complex so whatever

But still I jot

I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if I come off smart

I'm just tryna jot down a couple lines and see

If y'all like a couple of my rhymes as I-as I jot

[Outro: Joellz Ortiz]

And there you have it

That all

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