letra de the story - j-formz
[intro: nick ballz & (j-formz)]
all i had to do was f-cking come here 3 or 4 times? in f-cking, in a short span of time? in f-cking a years span of time?
(i know son, and here’s what’s even more crazy is like we know it, right? so you could f-ck up and regret it, but to know that you’re f-cking up, and to know that you’re gonna regret it, and still not do it!? like, that’s some dumb sh-t. that’s gonna make you regret it even more when you get older…
[verse 1: nick ballz & (j-formz)]
i met formz down the shore a bunch of summers way back
on the boardwalk, we smoked a couple blunts under that
he gave mе his cd, that night, i was bumping his tracks
was fascinated how someone likе me could come up with that
we freestyled while we were drunk, i was mumblin cr-p
formz told me i could do somethin with that
i was hyped when we left, we were stumblin back
to the shore house, i threw a shot of rumple minze back
we drank coors lite, and we smoked blunts that were fat
then me and tai got our ducks sucked in the back
when i got back, you would’ve thought i was from the stat
every sentence i said for the next month, ended with “son” after that
weeks later, i seen his name pop up on my jack
(son, we’re going to record, do you wanna come rap?)
i grabbed 4 dub sacks and some dutches to match
jp came and got me and petrone, we jumped in the back
my first time recording something, it was tough to relax
ironically, petrone had some chick rubbin his back
it was fate, i can’t explain it any way other than that
the studio became the place i was most comfortable at
that 187 album was my introductory act
i lied on that tape, but now i spit nothing but facts
osr started to form a couple months after that
and every beat i’ve been on since then has been under attack
and it was all for nothing, felt like i was stuck in a trap
i left the game, didn’t think i was gonna come back
the passion for rap was somethin i lacked
and that convo that we had is what brought me back
and it was nothing for you to let me come jump on your tracks
it meant everything, i can’t thank you enough just for that
who would’ve thought a stranger would become my brother from rap
years later, finally makin a tape, f-ck it, we back…
[interlude: j-formz & (nick ballz)]
and this is probably the most difficult as far as what we’re doing. i mean bro, look at the scenario; we always never really lived near each other…
(i just drove through a tornado…)
but we were always closer than we are now…
[verse 2: j-formz & (nick ballz)]
it’s funny, cause to this day son, we’re both big on vibes
intuition on point, trust, the gut never lies
random stranger on the boardwalk offering trees
i felt compelled to go and blaze, and i ain’t even smoke weed…
couldn’t tell you why i started spittin rhymes that night
kind of crazy the way the chips fall in this thing called life
who even know if you would answer your phone the next day?
you could’ve sold some bags of trees and went on your merry way…
cause son, you would’ve been straight, your trip would’ve been fine
but we met again the next day and we’re still spittin rhymes
bet you never thought for a sec we would go get far
this is prior to ghostown, before osr…
matty got me lab time for free with mic beatz
i said “dave, i’m bout to go and call this kid nicky b”
(yo, what’s good?) i said “son, do you wanna come rap!?”
(you hook me up with a ride, and i got no problem with that…)
since the day we met, you did nothing but earn my respect
drove hours to support and watch me murder the set
out to staten with a beard and some philly attire
ya’ll were always yourselves, something i really admired
i got nothing but love from every one of your dogs
and i appreciate leg lettin me hop on his songs
big tim’s always around for the fights and rappin
and i remember you, and petrone, and them nights in staten
i appreciate the time, the energy, and effort
not to mention, in disagreements, we never disrespected
mark it down for the record
i got anyone in your crew if they ever need me, the love is there, always expect it…
cause i appreciate the bars and the passionate words
and you delivered any time i ever asked for a verse
so i should probably thank you as a matter of fact
cause if it wasn’t for this tape, i might’ve never came back…
so let’s go!
[outro j-formz & (nick ballz)]
this is the hardest it’s ever been and all my sh-t conked out in the middle of f-cking making it bro. like honestly son, there’s a pretty decent chance that if we weren’t making this album together, like if that was just some sh-t that i was doing, then it would’ve been a wrap after that bro, it would’ve been a wrap…
(you would’ve never made music ever again…)
i don’t even know if i would say i wouldn’t ever do it again, because…
(not for another 15 years?)
oh, it would’ve been a long time bro. i’ve kind of gotten off of that like saying “ever” or “never” sh-t because like bro, sh-t changes so much that it’s just…
(well i’m saying like is this just the middle phase?)
yeah…
(i don’t know…)
you don’t know, yeah…
(f-ck)
i don’t know, bro…
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