W.O.L Video (MV)

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