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 Js
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 and 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'm 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)