Brick Mansions

[Sample: Ella Andall]

We are different people, different races

Different aspirations, different places

[Verse 1: Elcamino]

Woo

Yo, uh, yo

I made the block on my own

Nobody taught me a thing, my house wasn't a home

My whip wasn't a Wraith, my kicks wasn't the J's

All I had was a gun, I'm still stuck in my ways (Word)

I'm always smokin' a blunt, I'm always holdin' a gun

I've always been the nigga to give the people what they want (Uh)

Being broke made me humble know I ain't got no choice but to stunt (Got no choice, nigga)

I stayed down on my ten so long I fucked up my ones

I could have been had an M but I was dumb and was done (Word)

Spending more than I made that's how I fucked up my ones

I done stacked up a fortune, I could, get all my sons and my daughter

How could I fall off when I'm walkin' on water in Timbs

Ridin' around, listenin' to myself in the Benz

I remember when I didn't have a quarter

Now I'm a six figure nigga, I work out in Diadoras

Survival of the fittest, I'm a lion in the forest

Shootin' dice with the killers

From the streets, now we corporate

Still got pounds for the low but that's just a nail in the coffin

Still keep one in the head and I leave the rest in the cartridge

We used to run the streets, now we rich, so we be joggin', uh

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

What else?

I used to think that this rap shit, wasn't for me

'Til I rapped a brick first time, I got fronted a ki (On situation)

See what's the wish to my blood was very seldom

We now keep the junk mail in the stash

Give the blue strips to the plug (Where we at?)

Still makin' moves with the thugs, givin' bulletproof hugs

Pause and daps, no guns and caps

On the east with Maxwell Streets and 54 Laws

Debatin' if I'll come in Don?, Wraith, Bentley or Ghost (Scary)

Can tell a new money nigga, from a veteran champ

750 on the bridge, ETT gon' sell me yo' stamps

Got Lady & the Tramp, handin' out them testers and samps

Tryna stay on the streets, and out of them federal camps

When I measure it then, sittin' like I'm stretchin' a cramp

I shoot the blood out that bitch, like I'm Kevin Durant (Grrr)

Over Highway 35, when I exit the ramp (Block Works)

I'm talkin' cocaina flowers, not no cannabis plants

It's Block (Let's get it)