Joell Ortiz - Stay With Me (Remix) lyrics

One quarter of the Slaughter reporting to you live from across the water In Jersey where I just bought a condominium, I see the city from my balcony Sipping gin with a grin for everyone who had it out for me Nah I ain't flossing I just told you I had mouths to feed And a grandma that told me from her d**h bed she was proud of me Ya'll hear a beat, I don't hear just music I hear an opportunity a chance and I won't lose it They told me I was fat, rhymed too hard, I need some smooth sh** Tried to blackball me but I'm awesome with my pool stick Mice in every glue trap, roaches everywhere, piss on every stair Uh oh momma we're out of here I made the studio my home, the streets I left them flat Sold the rest of my crack, and started blessing these tracks The rest of it is a wrap, my knapsack on my back Tracy gives me a hug and Eminem gives me dap I'm writing choruses meta-morphed into Morpheus Putting verses into coffins its just another day at the Shady office BET awards was just a sneak peak at the power house Wipe your feet, May 15th ya'll welcome to our house Rap fans made who feel like weed heads in a sour drought We got that fire, I walk on the stage and a YAOWA I shout and they shout higher I'm dressing flyer, but Biggie Smalls was no liar More money more problems so though I try to be a better father baby momma's not in tune I got another hearing down for child support in June b**h, you wasn't with me writing in my room... b**h, you wasn't with me writing in my room Where I dismantled pianos and a violin was doomed Cuz my voice turns everything into a light under a spoon I'm more than dope, they try to cope with the fact that I'm no joke But it's hard to not feel burnt when you out here getting smoked So one day someone will loc and think he's Billy the Kid And I'll show Billy the Kids just offspring of the G.O.A.T I'm Earl Manigault, when I twirl my hand I a**ault every damn man in the sport So don't stand foot on the court unless you're a baller Me I look at the ref and I smile I'm such a word smith I anticipate a technical foul Why you pulling on my jersey, you want to know me baby? Telly cost a buck fifty like Kobe's lady How you going to tell a genius n***a don't be crazy? I don't believe in if, try, can't, almost, or maybe I get it done, nothing to it, but do to do it no excuses Point your finger in the mirror if you blew it f**er