Illmac - CORPORATE LADDER lyrics

{intro: illmac} Yeah Dirty air maxes on ya’ b*tch’s couch Uh-huh {verse: illmac} Ain’t like the hand i was dealt, so i drew some cards I got love for where i grew up but we grew apart We never let another’s decisions influence ours Promise the moon and stars, all we got was wounds and scars Walk in a label, let me talk to who’s in charge Before you even see a dollar we recouping ours A lot of y’all do anything to be a superstar Try to tell ‘em it’s not what you do, it’s who you are Whoever gassed ‘еm up got ‘em supercharged But i’m wit’ all thе smoke, sh*t i’m posted at the hookah bar Brush painting pictures like juilliard school of arts Toolie spark, have ‘em bloodbathing in a pool of sharks They’ll never find a crack in my character Before they called me the goat, i was the man in my area I watched 8 mile and laughed at the characters I thought lotto got robbed, and now papa doc’s captain america, funny I wrote this when i borrowed a car to drive To go to a show, which goes to show all my borrowed time End my night wit’ an agenda titled ‘tomorrow’s mine’ Writing goals down’s a roadmap for the conscious mind Stay guarded and peep the snakes in the garden vines When they change up, ace of base plays, i saw the sign From the gutter the corporate ladder, start to climb A lot of billion-dollar industries that start wit’ crime So if i fall off i’m ready for the harsh decline sh*t ain’t let nobody pull my card when it was card declined They say money changes people, nah that’s hearts and minds Financial freedom just lets ‘em be who they are inside Never flashing cash i can’t invest They gotta pay me bands to be battle-rapped to death Not the cats scrapping at events The same cat that lose a fight one day, and then ran it back the next Yeah i grew up from it, hardheaded, used to beef in class If i let somebody beat my ass, pops’ll beat my ass But if i think my life in danger then that thing’ll flash And it won’t matter who swung first if i’m swinging last But i’d rather let it go like these things’ll pass Had to remind myself of that in the recent past They blinded by their own weaknesses they see me as Throw a stone and hide their hand like their secret stash St. johns, from a block we had to scrape for crumbs Where they’ll shoot you in the back so it ain’t safe to run Learned to shoot but pray i’ll never have to raise a gun This mag only holds eight, but all it takes is one Lil’ boy don’t raise your voice if you can’t make her come I’m wit’ my trini b*tch drinking jamaican rum And if you playing games then i ain’t the one But don’t let that confuse you like i ain’t the one I was taught if you work hard your day’ll come and luck is when opportunity meets preparation huh? All i hear’s complaints from lazy bums I’m tryna be every successful person that they player-hate and won This a game of intelligence, they just playing dumb Crack whip and fragrance stung, nostrils in my face is numb Desperado, strap in a guitar case he brung Shoot you for a band join a band then he play the drums I’m dirty harry saying ‘try making my day’ Turn ya’ block into pompeii, have swat making blockades Ain’t wit’ the blasé-blasé Got fam having ups and downs wit’ the rock, like beyoncé and kanye From, shopping at target, mobbing a hyundai To taking shots at the bar of the finest agave Bumping shady and conway, grinding friday to friday At home on the road, feel like the highway’s my driveway Riding, squad coming through, bust a money move fu*k a b*tch doggystyle bumping snoop, then i chuck a deuce Pouring screw, mind’s coming loose Anyone that knows me know i ain’t killed nobody but down to try something new Coldest killers, heart frozen no emotions in us Keep enemies at the closest distance, don’t really trust ‘em Told them b*tches there’s people on this earth i would kill for Others i would kill for nothing, know the difference Give me the run-around i cut ‘em out at once i go above ‘em now What’s a plug without his plugs? Murder rats, stuff their mouth with crumbs Grab a pill, bust it out, crush it down to dust Backhand a ho like mac and roll at the courts, cussing out the judge Hundred pounds busting out the trunk Portland police run around shutting down the clubs No good cops come around to trust So we deal our own justice out, fu*k around wit’ us Only time we count on five o’s when the money counter does a hundred thousand plus That’s word to richie rich I’m tryna get these chips ‘til i’m counting on six o’s, like a 60s crip That’s a million in my feelings yelling nipsey rip Penmanship pistol grip, pump dump extended clips More drive than dealerships Whip the whip indigenous city slicker wit’ a pretty b*tch, throwing hissy fits Yeah i never lose, i either win or learn a lesson Then improve, i give credit where credit’s due If you blame everybody for failures except for you You gotta give credit to somebody else for your successes too But what’s life if you take away the challenges? It’s not the situation, it’s what you take away and balance it I embraced the hardship and made the pain my catalyst Just remember nobody ever blamed they way to happiness, ill {outro: *alan watts sample*} “praise and blame. we play the game that says, ‘that’s not my fault, that’s your fault’. and so we go around apportioning faults to everybody. ‘cause if we’re going to apportion praise for what good things people do, you can’t make praise mean anything unless you also go around blaming. praise and blame, go together. supposing everybody was acting in a praiseworthy way, and we praised everybody for everything, they’d get tired of it. they wouldn’t even notice it anymore. so, so long as you’re going to get a kick out of being praised, you’ve got to go around blaming too. it’s very simple. but if you see the folly in that, that praising and blaming are just, haha, creating each other, then you don’t praise and you don’t blame. you just dig the whole thing.”