Jill Price (Caskey)

Yo, this rap money ain't as quick as I supposed And I'm indulged in this life I chose Posing kinds and spending all your time inside a studio When I'm making a killing with this script Turning your crib into a dealership then build the shit You gotta feel this shit If you ever had some problems on the street I ain't grow up poor So my homies rub a badge at me Then my father died, 16, I'm the man of the house Pull them cameras out, looking up at God like hear me out But He ain't coming any time soon Drowning in a pool of my surroundings, doing bodies on the spoons We still up at noon, suicidal convoys of a drug dealer, skip the sex Mixing matching roaches then I flip the match, don't skip this track My nerves bad, pain pills on the surf, that that worst track Had me on a map, yeah, but further back, ain't nobody bough the tape I used to hate seeing Wayne get all that shine until he signed me, that my fate Yo, the universe had come a full circle In high school I got my house robbed for gun's sake 'Where my homies drew the blueprint of the house Leave me momma one day, I guess my karma looking out It's with Vinnie again, my only friend when I was younger All that ridicule we got in middle school just made my hunger stronger To demolish all these lies I hear lately So even when I'm gone just know you're here with me I swear I won't forget that Floating in smoke clouds Bitch, I'm on the rise in my home town From my past, it ain't far away To all the folk who hold me down I swear I won't forget that I remember that like Jill Price We done did some wrong just to get right Just to get right, call it Jill Price Now I swear I won't forget that Staying at my momma, fuzzy island Just another bastard, the streets were my father Hard headed and stubborn, hate to take orders Fucked by scholarships, flushed down the toilet Hurt me to my heart so I'm still holding grudge Party after party had me face to face with death Circles had me trapping, had to fall on my butt Nigga got me slipping and he shot me in my stomach Crazy part about it is that nigga was my homie I took him on the first lit, gave him the first bricks Show me that didn't mean shit that's why I don't trust shit Issues in my past got my name on the death list Stick with a forklift, blunt full of loud shit Sexy little red bitch, riding in my new whip Pocket full of money but that still ain't shit 'Cause being broke and on my dick is something that I'll never forget I swear I won't forget that Floating in smoke clouds Bitch, I'm on the rise in my home town From my past, it ain't far away To all the folk who hold me down I swear I won't forget that I remember that like Jill Price We done did some wrong just to get right Just to get right, call it Jill Price Now I swear I won't forget that Smoking on this lean and G helps to give me energy Helps me in this industry of fiends that keep pretend to be Where everybody say they love you, but really try to fuck you This music game ain't nothing, it's just a hustle Until the fans come and they demand the album But for that we sold great out of our abandoned houses What you know about? Mama crying, saying you should slow it down But everybody blocking you, the only to hold you down I'm blowing loud, remember the nights that I was whipping away My brother gone, he's sent to prison for life If you still live in the light I pray you getting it right I'm having big dreams, picket fence, kids and a wife But until it's that time I'm on this grind and I'm a big high Forget me this time but if you wasn't with me when I couldn't get by Don't come around now that we hot as fish fried I swear I won't forget that Floating in smoke clouds Bitch, I'm on the rise in my home town From my past, it ain't far away To all the folk who hold me down I swear I won't forget that I remember that like Jill Price We done did some wrong just to get right Just to get right, call it Jill Price Now I swear I won't forget that