I wrote my way out Wrote everything down far as I could see I wrote my way out Uh, they said I wouldn't amount to nothing Now I hold the head of he who could give the crown concussion Fuck it, my new 'vice is stay off my old vices Even though my new life is gon' cost me my old life I wrote my way out of it, out of that hell hole Shoes that don't even gotta be tied up, that's velcro My freedom sitting on the other side of that cell door The other side of the track where I'm from like railroads My daddy slapped the shit out my momma in front of me Couldn't do shit about it at that time I was young and weak All I could do was write a hundred rhymes to a hundred beats 'Bout what I plan to do in spite of what was done to me I wrote my way out Out of the poor house, accomplished my goals somehow I never sold out, I'm a product of Motown And now I'm in the public eye So if you ever see me solve a problem before Just know before I solved a problem that the problem got wrote down I wrote my way out Wrote everything down far as I could see I wrote my way out Back to the store to get some bare essentials Government cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a pair of pencils I write my life inside this journal, hope they hear my info And if you think this shit is dope then you should hear my intro Yeah I used to argue with my teachers and go back and forth Told them one day I be famous and be back for more Maybe blow all of my bread to make it back on tour And smash all the rich hoes that I never had before Ryan had no paper, I was plotting on them racks on racks Niggas sneaking in your crib with the black on black Just rumbling through your shit like lemme have all that 'Cause I was lost now I'm back on track Look I ain't never been shit and that's just me being real I gotta call it how I see it, that's just me being trill And I ain't trying to take advice, just take it easier, chill But if I gotta pay the price, fuck it, then leave me the bill Joyner (Yeah) I wrote my way out Wrote everything down far as I could see Picked up a pen and I wrote my way out Yeah, I wrote words on a page, symbols on a surface Graffiti on the wall where my ancestors were purchased I contemplate when the day I'm due to inherit the earth is I'm a subversive Nation awaiting the birth of his own Where shots get thrown, and spots get blown And the convicts roam on the streets of a conflict zone It's not his home Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the throne speaking in a toxic tone I feel like I wrote my way up out of a burning building To earn the millions in this world of soldiers and civilians I burn the oil every night as I return to brilliance Under the gun I'm under pressure, under surveillance But I'm spitting the bigger picture, sending the benediction Some people write and live what I'm penning this little richer Paper begins to rip while I'm illustrating the difference And a fake out and a way to break out I shawshank the great escape route Yeah I wrote my way out Oh I was born in the eye of the storm No loving arms to keep my warm This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear I can do without, I'm here 'Cause I wrote my way out