Exit 11
Fat Westbrook
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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 nobody would notice me I'll go to sleep, local spot was Lil C's Lin's family Chinese Somebody fight me, they got the best Chinese General Tso's chicken, an egg roll some fried rice please That girl from down the street? I think she like me What can I say? That woman parties all night See her in church the next day Then school after that, notes passed forth and back and forth Where other niggas fallin' short I'm an alpha male of course Lived off Maple Avenue, did what I had to do, we shared a room Raised off rice, sous pwa, legume, poul ak nwa, what we consume 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 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 Niggas back then were steady chasin' In between girls like running bases Cleaning braces, silly bracelets Cant complain, hometown oasis Riding my bike with no handlebars Older kids tryna pop a wheelie I fucked 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 Taught to never question imma 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 Moment of silence for Cory nigga 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 Life here sunny, partly clouded All the houses gettin' cloned Niggas suitin' up for classes and 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 niggas with hoop dreams are now coaching the youth teams Palisades had four floors but there ain't much at all Sure you might be overpaid Don't teach you how to ball Listen, not from New York, I'm from Upstate Where the 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 shit 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, niggas stay claiming denial On my block Got this game in a head lock And shoutout to the niggas who knew me straight out the sand box Motownphilly niggas Glow up from boys to men And my family this album for them Yeah
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