W.O.L Lyrics

Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is a train

To Busan, you looking like some food for them to chew on

These streets mighta ate me alive if I ain't move on

And see the other side that they tryna block my view on

Giving advice on stuff that they ain't got no clue on

Pull yourself of by your bootstrap knowing I had no shoes on

Easy to say from the window of your Yukon

To someone on the streets using food stamps and coupons

Ain't no discount codes ain't no Groupon

Or rich dudes pulling up loaning out Grey Poupon

Whole different atmosphere they veto your entire year

Where bullets sound like steel mosquitoes whizzing by your ear

I'm just out here hustling music dog I'm working

Selling CD's, please don't do me like Alton Sterling

Was I lucky? or God watching my back the whole time

It varies, the warning signs is like Canary's in a coal mine

In the jungle, surrounded by concrete

Hear the faint rumble of sounds of Mobb Deep

Not knowing there's a whole world beyond them dark streets

Only light we see is flash when they spark heat

I couldn't see past the W.O.L yall

I'm tryna escape the W.O.L

What's it called dog? West Oak Lane

That's where I'm from I was born and raised

Standing on the corner for days it feel like I'm stuck in a maze

Tryna climb over the W.O.L but it feel like it's too tall

Can't go around it locked down and bounded

Get past the W.O.L yall

I'm tryna escape the W.O.L

Where you from dog? West Oak Lane

My step pop used to let me cut his hair for pocket money

He ain't have to, and always paid me more than what he had to

We shared alotta laughs and good times I miss his presence

He took care of my Mom, was there through my adolescence

When my elders passed, ties to Philly started to fade

Feeling like there's more to see if I could just escape the maze

Distracted by my bros pulling hoes up in Willow Grove

Riding the 55 or rolling in a shitty ride

Flicks in the club with airbrushed backdrop

Chicken heads get spatchcocked with a fat cock

We was just some dumb youngbuls thinking we ruled the world

Word to Kurtis Blow tryna murder flows so we can scoop the girls

This when ATM's was called MAC machines

I was over Do Dirty's house practicing routines

Thinking I was gonna be some famous rapper in my teens

Before reality of life smashed them dreams to smithereens

Don't fault me, I know my ambitions was lofty

Tryna find the opportunity in every difficulty

Still rocking to this day, but I'm a living proof

If its important find a way, if not, find an excuse

The W.O.L