move on (remix)

frequency!

yaowa! what's up my nigga?

you say your name is john?

joell ortiz

yeah yeah i know

i'm familiar with the interview shit

i know what you gon' ask

i got you

don't even stress it

no i don't respond with answers that fit a script

so the repetition'll make a nigga flip

we in the game of smoke and mirrors

those engineerin a bigger spliff

blowin circles out they mouth

gettin praised but the shit'll shift

i never lived a myth

if i said it i did it

never alleged

word to dead i gripped a fifth

i made my housing tenement a strip

movin medicine and nicks

when i seen 'em comin i jetted from them pricks

and still to this day though she clean i wish my mommy never sniffed

but the hurt is makin me better with this gift

i'm live with this ink you could

die in a blink and

y'all got the nerve to ask me why do i drink and

motherfucker sometimes i cry when i think and

y'all ain't there when them tears bein dried by the sink

it was cold in the winter

my community centers who gave me dinner

i ain't mind

my table chairs gave me splinters

set up to be loser but was made to be a winner

if they paint hip-hop i bet my face be in the picture

if they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures

if shorty say i'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper

i came a long way from the staples in my scrilla

stains on my pants

hardly had a gut

the ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck

all my friends on the wall

i'm in the hall with a couple

nah i ain't complainin

just tellin y'all what it is

so if y'all goin through it now just know that another kid

made somethin outta nothin

well i'm frontin

i was never nothin

older ladies used to tell my mother ain't he somethin?"