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lirik lagu exit 11 – fat westbrook

{part 1}
suburban houses
opioid crisis by the ounces
and wives in blouses
surrounded trees, kush and clouds around us
i’m glad you found this
i thought n0body would notice me
i’ll go to sleep, local spot was lil c’s
lin’s family chinese (hey)
what? somebody fight me, they got the best chinese
general tso’s chicken, an egg roll some fried rice please (woo)
that girl from down the street? i think she like me (hey)
what can i say?
that woman parties all night
see her in church the next day (woo, woo, woo, woo)
then school after that, notes passed forth and back and forth (forth and back and forth)
where othеr n*ggas fallin’ short (fallin’ short)
i’m an alpha male of course (alpha male)
livеd off maple avenue
did what i had to do, we shared a room (we shared a room)
raised off rice, sous pwa, legume (sous pwa, legume)
poul ak nwa, what we consume (what we consume aye)
first gen, like most the community
kept it lekol, lakay, legliz
same channels, 31, 32 and 3
aje nou, get on ya knees
didn’t know a word of creole, learned fast, when my moms, she was mad at me
arguments with my father, don’t know what it means
turn my head back at the screen
outside least the grass is green (hey)
mall rats they hang at the palisades
four levels swear that we had it made
you had a job you were overpaid
if we got girls, there we’d go on dates
n*ggas back then were steady chasin’ (steady chasin’)
in between girls like running bases (running bases)
cleaning braces, silly bracelets (silly bracelets)
can’t complain, hometown oasis (hometown oasis)
riding my bike with no handlebars
older kids tryna pop a wheelie (pop a wheelie)
i f*cked a girl at summer camp
change the story so the fam believe me
them days ain’t over
my mentality was changing as i got older
promising an album by october
now i’m looking back cuz i sought closure
still dependent on some left overs
aunties said i’ve grown, even (grown even)
taught to never question imma go ‘head and believe ’em (go ‘head and believe ’em)
the valley, never leaving. my hometown is forever
and that’s what i kept sayin till i left for something better
i ain’t sever, ties
just goodbyes and see you soon
no best way to put it smooth
mom will always have a room, for when i’m coming back to chill
if i’m being honest i don’t think i will

{part 2}
moment of silence for cory n*gga
that was my cousin, a little bigger
losing homies to depression, that’s depressing
the valley the same without him
how did god allow it?
and 2 or 3 weeks later we don’t even talk about it (no)
life here sunny, partly clouded
all the houses gettin’ cloned
n*ggas suitin’ up for classes and they tellin’ us its closed (they tellin us its closed)
now i been here since kindergarten
my parents had it hardest
they tearing up before me when i ask bout trayvon martin
i look back, at exit 11 and what it seems
that the n*ggas with hoop dreams are now coaching the youth teams (woah)
palisades had four floors but there ain’t much at all (hey)
and n*ggas might be overpaid
don’t teach you how to ball
listen, not from new york, i’m from upstate (word)
where homies waking up at noon chillin, stay up late
and my story couldn’t blossom
without jasim, was a blessing
saw connections, new success was rising
been expected, not surprising woah
abandoned houses
and housing projects that sh*t was complex
i’m glad you found this
i didn’t know other ways to process
i wouldn’t call it progress, maybe a cycle
and until you break it, n*ggas stay claiming denial
but on my block
got this game in a head lock
and shoutout to the n*ggas who knew me straight out the sand box (you know who you are)
motownphilly n*ggas
glow up from boys to men
and my family this album for them
yeah
yeah

- fat westbrook

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