Date 2020-11-03
Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, New Music
Throwback to Royce Da 5’9″, Black Thought & Joyner Lucas’s “Wrote My Way Out” collaboration featuring Aloe Blacc. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song.
Royce Da 5’9, Black Thought & Joyner Lucas Wrote My Way Out
Royce Da 5’9″, Black Thought & Joyner Lucas – Wrote My Way Out (ft. Aloe Blacc)
Lyrics
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
I wrote my way out
Uh, they said I wouldn’t amount to nothing
Now I hold the head of he who could give the crown concussion
Fuck it, my new ‘vice is stay off my old vices
Even though my new life is gon’ cost me my old life
I wrote my way out of it (I wrote my way out), out of that hell hole
Shoes that don’t even gotta be tied up, that’s velcro
My freedom sitting on the other side of that cell door
The other side of the track where I’m from like railroads
My daddy slapped the shit out my momma in front of me
Couldn’t do shit about it at that time I was young and weak
All I could do was write a hundred rhymes to a hundred beats
‘Bout what I plan to do in spite of what was done to me
I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
Out of the poor house, accomplished my goals somehow
I never sold out, I’m a product of Motown
And now I’m in the public eye
So if you ever see me solve a problem before
Just know before I solved a problem that the problem got wrote down
Now I hold the head of he who could give the crown concussion
Fuck it, my new ‘vice is stay off my old vices
Even though my new life is gon’ cost me my old life
I wrote my way out of it (I wrote my way out), out of that hell hole
Shoes that don’t even gotta be tied up, that’s velcro
My freedom sitting on the other side of that cell door
The other side of the track where I’m from like railroads
My daddy slapped the shit out my momma in front of me
Couldn’t do shit about it at that time I was young and weak
All I could do was write a hundred rhymes to a hundred beats
‘Bout what I plan to do in spite of what was done to me
I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
Out of the poor house, accomplished my goals somehow
I never sold out, I’m a product of Motown
And now I’m in the public eye
So if you ever see me solve a problem before
Just know before I solved a problem that the problem got wrote down
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
I wrote my way out
Back to the store to get some bare essentials
Government cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a pair of pencils
I write my life inside this journal, hope they hear my info
And if you think this shit is dope then you should hear my intro
Yeah I used to argue with my teachers and go back and forth
Told them one day I be famous and be back for more
Maybe blow all of my bread to make it back on tour
And smash all the rich hoes that I never had before
Ryan had no paper, I was plotting on them racks on racks
Niggas sneaking in your crib with the black on black
Just rumbling through your shit like lemme have all that
‘Cause I was lost, now I’m back on track
Look I ain’t never been shit and that’s just me being real
I gotta call it how I see it, that’s just me being trill
And I ain’t trying to take advice, just take it easier, chill
But if I gotta pay the price, fuck it, then leave me the bill
Joyner
(Yeah)
Government cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a pair of pencils
I write my life inside this journal, hope they hear my info
And if you think this shit is dope then you should hear my intro
Yeah I used to argue with my teachers and go back and forth
Told them one day I be famous and be back for more
Maybe blow all of my bread to make it back on tour
And smash all the rich hoes that I never had before
Ryan had no paper, I was plotting on them racks on racks
Niggas sneaking in your crib with the black on black
Just rumbling through your shit like lemme have all that
‘Cause I was lost, now I’m back on track
Look I ain’t never been shit and that’s just me being real
I gotta call it how I see it, that’s just me being trill
And I ain’t trying to take advice, just take it easier, chill
But if I gotta pay the price, fuck it, then leave me the bill
Joyner
(Yeah)
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
Picked up a pen and I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
Picked up a pen and I wrote my way out
Yeah, I wrote words on a page, symbols on a surface
Graffiti on the wall where my ancestors were purchased
I contemplate when the day I’m due to inherit the earth is
I’m a subversive nation awaiting the birth of his own
Where shots get thrown and spots get blown
And the convicts roam on the streets of a conflict zone
It’s not his home
Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the throne speaking in a toxic tone
I feel like I wrote my way up out of a burning building
To earning millions in this world of soldiers and civilians
I burn the oil every night as I return to brilliance
Under the gun, I’m under pressure, under surveillance
But I’m spitting the bigger picture, sending the benediction
Some people write and live what I’m penning, this Little Richard
Paper begins to rip while I’m illustrating the difference
And a fake out and a way to break out
I shawshank the great escape route
Yeah
Graffiti on the wall where my ancestors were purchased
I contemplate when the day I’m due to inherit the earth is
I’m a subversive nation awaiting the birth of his own
Where shots get thrown and spots get blown
And the convicts roam on the streets of a conflict zone
It’s not his home
Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the throne speaking in a toxic tone
I feel like I wrote my way up out of a burning building
To earning millions in this world of soldiers and civilians
I burn the oil every night as I return to brilliance
Under the gun, I’m under pressure, under surveillance
But I’m spitting the bigger picture, sending the benediction
Some people write and live what I’m penning, this Little Richard
Paper begins to rip while I’m illustrating the difference
And a fake out and a way to break out
I shawshank the great escape route
Yeah
I wrote my way out
Oh I was born in the eye of the storm
No loving arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I’m here
‘Cause I wrote my way out
Oh I was born in the eye of the storm
No loving arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I’m here
‘Cause I wrote my way out
