"Fortune 500" lyrics
Joell Ortiz & The Heatmakerz Lyrics
(feat. Phil Collen)
I look around, shit look different now
Especially considering where I came from
(Heatmakerz, Crack Music)
Fortune 500 in the 500 Benz
500k liquid, that's just for tying loose ends
This rapping-ass, boom-bapping-ass boy from the underground
Done fucked around and got to this bread being himself, in case you wondered how
Grew up around blucka-blaow, ducking down behind cars
That thunder sound sure to get you rested like a five star
Another Crown Vic' spun the block, shit hot now
Bring all the work upstairs, still bring your Glock down
'Cause my town was shot town right now, but back then
Was crack den, .380s, no Dracos, just MAC-10s
We strapped in high school, they'll rob you by the bleachers if you slipping
Higher learning, we sold drugs to the teachers, it was different
Fire burning, staircases is where I put the ashes
We smoked with niggas, then booked them and took the book of matches
Like, how you make it out of that shit? This rap shit is magic
I was skating on thin ice with that stick and caught a hat trick
Fortune 500 in the 500 Benz
500k liquid, that's just for tying loose ends
Credit 800, these banks got money to lend
To keep it a hundred, I got a hundred less friends
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
I'm clean-eating like vegans, no more beefing over blocks
Still walking in meetings with feets beefing over brocs
Shit, I ain't change much but my environment
The company I keep do different firing
Boss life, every day is like a retirement
But that don't bode well with folks who knew the old Joell
That used to load scales and boast the most dope sales
Whipping that Park Ave into them low hotels
Now it's dinner on Park Ave in the Loews Hotel
And they ain't feeling that, so they say shit like, "Son, it's a shame
He got all that money and change, became one of them lames
He ever come through, he running his chain"
Just know that I know that you said that and I still love you the same
I understand how life choices got you stuck in disdain
But real men look in the mirror to find someone to blame
We used to go half on fries, that cost a buck and some change
Now the coupe doing a buck and some change
I can't fuckin' complain
Fortune 500 in the 500 Benz
500k liquid, that's just for tying loose ends
Credit 800, these banks got money to lend
To keep it a hundred, I got a hundred less friends
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
Especially considering where I came from
(Heatmakerz, Crack Music)
Fortune 500 in the 500 Benz
500k liquid, that's just for tying loose ends
This rapping-ass, boom-bapping-ass boy from the underground
Done fucked around and got to this bread being himself, in case you wondered how
Grew up around blucka-blaow, ducking down behind cars
That thunder sound sure to get you rested like a five star
Another Crown Vic' spun the block, shit hot now
Bring all the work upstairs, still bring your Glock down
'Cause my town was shot town right now, but back then
Was crack den, .380s, no Dracos, just MAC-10s
We strapped in high school, they'll rob you by the bleachers if you slipping
Higher learning, we sold drugs to the teachers, it was different
Fire burning, staircases is where I put the ashes
We smoked with niggas, then booked them and took the book of matches
Like, how you make it out of that shit? This rap shit is magic
I was skating on thin ice with that stick and caught a hat trick
Fortune 500 in the 500 Benz
500k liquid, that's just for tying loose ends
Credit 800, these banks got money to lend
To keep it a hundred, I got a hundred less friends
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
I'm clean-eating like vegans, no more beefing over blocks
Still walking in meetings with feets beefing over brocs
Shit, I ain't change much but my environment
The company I keep do different firing
Boss life, every day is like a retirement
But that don't bode well with folks who knew the old Joell
That used to load scales and boast the most dope sales
Whipping that Park Ave into them low hotels
Now it's dinner on Park Ave in the Loews Hotel
And they ain't feeling that, so they say shit like, "Son, it's a shame
He got all that money and change, became one of them lames
He ever come through, he running his chain"
Just know that I know that you said that and I still love you the same
I understand how life choices got you stuck in disdain
But real men look in the mirror to find someone to blame
We used to go half on fries, that cost a buck and some change
Now the coupe doing a buck and some change
I can't fuckin' complain
Fortune 500 in the 500 Benz
500k liquid, that's just for tying loose ends
Credit 800, these banks got money to lend
To keep it a hundred, I got a hundred less friends
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
