mixtape: A Loose Quarter (2012)

• Intro
• Words Of A Chameleon
• What Y'all Want
• Cut From A Different Cloth
• Through My Eyes
• Momma Said
• Off 2 The Races
• The Helmet (Interlude)
• So Good
• So Hard
• Dreams (Interlude)
• Pain Won't Stop
• All In My Head
• More Of Me
• Now Or Never 

Intro lyrics - Joe Budden

(From "A Loose Quarter" Mixtape)

Finally got me along

Waited all this time

Stood my place in line and now it's here, I'm finally home

Clock was moving slow

Had some room to glow

Life is short, it's time I let these motherfuckers know

Wuddup everyone up in here?

Some of ya'll know I never left, I been here

Text baby girl I'll be back, got some unfinished business to attend to

Gotta go sell out these fake niggas

Got niggas, just food on the menu

God, ya'll don't know what I been through

But it's funny watching of ya'll pretend to

Finally got me along

Waited all this time

Stood my place in line and now it's here, I'm finally home

Clock was moving slow

Had some room to glow

Life is short, it's time I let these motherfuckers know

(Finally got home)

(Time I let these motherfuckers know)

Words Of A Chameleon lyrics - Joe Budden

Check it, I'm the voice of every dead nigga's secrets

That's why the fucktards want me dead before I can speak it

Yall call it crazy, I'm the heartbeat of every aborted baby

High off every line snorted in the 80s

Let it breathe, no wonder why his thoughts ratchet

See the world through the shades that Stacks wore in his casket

I steal his body from the graveyard on foot, ain't no looking back

Bring him on tour with me and when it's over put him back

If you couldn't tell, the behavior says if a nigga send me to hell it's a favor

I never felt that was major, God forgive me or don't, maybe He'll help later

Until I'll share pop's nightmares [?] elevator

Which taught me not to doubt a coward for a thing

Yin-yang theory, shit Juwan Howard got a ring

All it takes is the smallest nigga in your camp to get eternal

Half a match book will transform to an inferno

And jail's so grotesque

That cause of my past, I can't bask in my success

Peep how my brain masturbates, I mean, I wake up

Walk on my deck and stare at a beautiful yard that just reminds of the yard

I unlock a cell, a buried man, wrongly accused

Bet it all, the judges to put him there, won't be amused

This ain't Joe yall, more like the mind of every rape victim

Who can't retrace the face of the nigga that had his way with em

When my heart stops it crops

Every 9-1-1 call that took too long

But don't look at it wrong

Cause the irony of my group's name is though he seem the luckiest

Where we lay our heads seems to be where it's bloodiest

To say we're rebels would imply we're against

That's a lie nigga, we just convinced

So in case the puppet-masters didn't know Joe

They tried making us the guinea pigs

We just killed it and kept it as a logo

What Y'all Want lyrics - Joe Budden

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

I can see what they mad for, shit I would be mad too

They wouldn't acknowledge me, shit my name was taboo

Could fuck who I want now, should be my next tattoo

Passed up on your bitch, she'll settle and have you

You live in a basement, me, I'm in a castle

And since I'm a drop-out, that's my cap and tassel

Closest thing to a rockstar, my friends call me Axl

To keep it a hundred I think the credit is past due

(What y'all want)

I mean, shit's to be expected by now

When the top-tier MCs dodge, it don't annoy me

If they hearing it like I am, it ain't a shock they avoid me

(What y'all want)

Personally, I think you niggas is beat

He done battled a million times, he got yet to be beat

Signed to an M&M but it's these other niggas that's sweet

[Hook]

(What y'all want)

Top down and adopted the crown and

I walk out fresh kicks and all this hatred on me

And I won't give it back, so yall gonna have to take it from me

(What y'all want)

Shoulda got this dough by now

Or should I be that nigga, I could show you how

Been a few years, figured yall would know by now

[Verse 2]

I see why they call him lame though, I would call him lame too

They wanted me out of here, but since then my fame grew

Used to be on house arrest, bracelet on my ankle

Couple million later and they shocked that I'm the same dude

Quick big up to Wu Tang, deaded all that Meth stuff

Youngin's go and look for beef, adults don't let it fester

Some of yall still judge though, still believe in Esther

Yall gonna let that ho stop yall from hearing what the best does?

Some of yall don't know no better so yall just neglect

So they'd rather compare my current girlfriend to my ex

They say I'll loose my mind if Kaylin leaves me, I digress

I think my track record should show what yall would think about my next

Counting my money like it's gonna make you some

On my dick like it's gonna make you come, bum niggas

See it from my perspective, here's a little word for you

You make enough bread, it eventually goes to work for you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I see why they think I’m old though, I would think im old too

Reinvented mad times, I keep making old new

Now a nigga worldwide, back then I was local

And every dude yall said was better than me then is old news

Modern day present fans are fickle it's depressing

1 single, 1 album yall gone say he with the legends

The veterans be pissed when we pay mind to they selections

And the newbies get gassed every time they Jay elect them

It’s niggas with more money and less respect

To me that tomfoolery's dead, bottom line real niggas

Know what’s more important and dollars ain’t in attendance

When that eulogy said, so let’s get it clear first before

You compare them to me

Wait a couple years, make sure they don’t disappear first

It’ll save us some confusion

Everything ain’t a classic and everybody ain’t dope some of that is an illusion

The funny thing about a label push, you never know

Shit could go either way, go ahead and run along side it

End up on the wrong side of it

When your life change it could be only weeks away

I'm a result of the fans and debt in the middle man

With that logic I don’t got to rely on a good day

Did great on a label

Did greater on my own, so pick the MC of the moment and ponder could they?

[Hook]

Cut From A Different Cloth lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Ab-Soul)

[Intro: Ab-Soul]

Look at me king

Look at me king

Soul

Kaylin on the couch sleeping

She wake up she gonna be like damnnnn

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Come and spar with a titan

If you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning

What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing

Flow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent

I beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence

Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit

You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is

Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now

When? Before the apocalypse

Wow, how do you come up with this?

If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this

Who could fuck with it?

I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh

They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs

Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count

My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut

Soul and Budden, no discussion

Joe, you know it's nothing

Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1

[Hook]

I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them

I just do what I do, they just do what they can

They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand

Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth

All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls

Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth

Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Yall can hold the applause

I just did what these other niggas was scared to do

Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?

Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few

Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle

Yall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical

Excluding under conclusion

That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you

I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me

Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology

I came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it

Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it

How long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?

Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did

Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATS

Ya'll probably missed my track record

Either that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records

I just been waiting till that sentiment passed

Yall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft

I'm letting Benjamins stack

Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent

I'm the only time you'll see a madman devoid of emotion

Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in

Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience

So hats off, y'all fit for this

But y'all the type we laugh at

I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours

Something tells me he won't snap back

All I ever been was a outcast

This time in the moment, I moved past that

But the burner name is Jackson

And your alias is Baghdad

It's not a game, try to execute

2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot

If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck

Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it up

[Hook]

Through My Eyes lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Tsu-Surf)

[Verse 1: Tsu-Surf]

What if I told you grandma raised me, she was blind and all

I was trapping, lil rapping, schools, nine and all

Been to hell and back, couple ditches, all kinda falls

Fiending for them pills, I tried to triple that in Tylenols

Who's to question bout my hustle and the way I'm eating?

Got a family, no job, I wake up late for meetings

Early morning, all momma's dishes got the razor treatment

Gotta feed the team, God I can't afford to pay the deacons

Man I believe in a lot of things

But I really heard them choppers scream

Daddy a man, he ain't invest, I went and copped the thing

Sinning since a gremlin, did some shit to make the doctor scream

Speaking of my daddy, that's another story

I really like to call that my mother's story

I was ripping and cripping, chilling it wasn't for me

And I'd be lying if I say he ain't do nothing for me

Apologize if I'm talking bout me

But my fans say they want hear me talk about street

I could finish it by eight, I'd hit that block bout nine

Purp and cubicles at work, we leave that office by three

Shit, shit I got a whole beat to go

Long story short we trying to see the dough

Ain't mentioned my daughter yet, you should meet her Joe

Just cause you get a shot don't mean you make this shit, it's free to throw

Kinda smart, won't say I wouldn't have been nothing

But it's something bout the streets that make a nigga keep jumping

When they call, just cause I leave won't mean I make it back

My daughter three, I mean she's smart but try explaining that

[Hook: Tsu-Surf]

(I see it my way)

(And it ain't gonna change)

I mean is sinning really sinning when the end justify the means?

(And you would know why)

Am I wrong for wanting for me and my team?

(If you look through my eyes)

(I see it my way)

Cops ain't really doing shit

(And it ain't gonna change)

They just wearing the uniforms and shit

(And you would know why)

Couple niggas dying every day

(If you look through my eyes)

I mean what else could you say?

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

So many things about this industry is misleading

Filled with so many feminine ways you would think it's a miss leaking

From all of my time in the streets I never got dissed for no reason

Know I'm in Slaughterhouse now, back then I wanted them pigs bleedin

I'm who the kids see, but I ain't a role model

Before I found the genie, he was hiding in a coke bottle

And since you talk about your dad you ain't discover

When you sign you'll probly find that most these rappers is your brothers

Who raised these niggas?

Higher learning, school daze these niggas

Since I can't let a few raise these niggas

It's one and the same, still got every cal I bought

Child support to running in labels

Begging them for now support the shit just as foul as I thought

From stepping out with weapons out, loved ones in heaven now

Persevered through Def Jam, you lead your through Kevin Liles

Got blackballed, bounced back ya'll, now me and Royce be on 7 Mile

Hunger of a draft pick even though I'm a legend now

And so I'm blind like Stevie

To the joy my son get when he see me on TV, but ya'll think it's easy

I can barely walk in public if you was in my position, Surf

Home and away games are played the same just on different turfs

Nobody loyal, I'm a loner, I don't have a clique

To top it off, rap money come slower than Viagra dick

Feel like all my prayers hit my loved ones with an asterisk

Cause rapper shit had me out the country when my gram's was sick

No blog could ever let you know the half of it

Why the fuck niggas think I be on my passive shit?

So I can't decide who's the braver man

Cause you a slave to them streets and I'm a slave to these fans

[Hook: Joe Budden]

(I see it my way)

Ya know what I mean?

(And it ain't gonna change)

Niggas be wanting to switch places or trade places like shit is all good and all that

(And you would know why)

(If you look through my eyes)

All niggas see is the cars and the hoes

(I see it my way)

See em in the strip club, little bit of jewelry on and think everything gravy though

(And it ain't gonna change)

(And you would know why)

I almost punched one of these sucka niggas in the face last night

(If you look through my eyes)

[Outro: Joe Budden]

But the hood shit don't stop

Don't stop cause you ain't in it

They only think you take a nigga out the hood, you can't take the hood out a nigga

Ya'll don't feel me though

Young numb

Momma Said lyrics - Joe Budden

[Hook]

Here we are, all alone

Who gives a fuck about what they say

I'm sure I've heard much worse

People need to worry about them first

People need to learn to mind their business instead of mine

Here we are, all alone

Who gives a fuck about their dismay

But still I'm face to face

With the one person I can't replace

One person I can't just tell I'm doing fine

What up Ma

Been a while

Lot of catching up to do

Know you got a ear full

I'm listening

[Verse]

Momma said she loves me, said she cares

Said if I need her, she'll always be there

But even her saying that struck me as weird

Why did she feel those words I needed to hear?

Said she understands me, that was rare

Cause no one understands me, not even my peers

And these just thoughts I never bother to share

So as I write, my eyes start to tear

I ain't tell her I'm tired, but still trooping

Alone, but I find myself regrouping

Ain't say my brain now feel like a prison

Figured I'd shut the fuck up and listen

She continued, that was honorable

Said said I get more and more irresponsible

For normal folks, she said that's a challenge

Luckily I mask mine behind talent

She said "you are no longer yourself"

"I don't know what to expect of you"

Said I'm putting up with things I normally wouldn't

She don't know why it's acceptable

She said "people living in your house"

"Don't pay shit, not respectable"

I told her, they're folk I think highly of

She said "well they must think less of you"

"Must feel entitled, all you doing"

I said I'll fix it, she said no you won't

Then I got defensive, but still replied

I told her I need them, she said "no you don't"

Then she said, "when's the last time you spoke to your father?"

I said he's self-centered, why bother?

Cause he only really call about his needs

And I ain't got enough time to deal with his greed

Cause my days are darker

Cut from a long shank but the blade is sharper

I'm making my not-so-vague departure

Tell pop I'm his son, not his spades partner

Last time that we spoke

He wanted to use the crib, throw a party here

Which wasn't partly fair

My home need to feel like home

Even if I throw a party here

Then he catch an attitude

And I catch one right back at you

We adore each other, but ignore each other

Think this is how the fuck I wanna act with you?

Things just ain't the same

But he sure will call about a Yankee game

Like call C.C. and get back to me

What's ill is he say it so casually

I love him so much he can have all the perks

Hurts so much, I take all the Percs

Hurts so much but fuck it, it works

Hurts so much that I can't sleep

Mom say I need to sleep more

Then again, she ain't on this stress level

So many people rely on me

I'm trying to get us all to the next level

Wait, told her I took baby girl to the doctor

It was only for a check up though

And she gave me the face like

"Now would be time if there's anything I feel I need to let her know"

But, that's just mom again, just being a mom again

Looked down at the tat on my arm again

God please give me the strength, keep calm again

She asked me if Kaylin was pregnant

I looked at her like she was crazy

Cause that's my baby, what's wrong with a baby?

She said "nothing at all when you're not dating a baby"

"Beautiful girl, I like everything about her thus far"

"I just don't wanna see you fall"

"Just a tad bit young, so she got some growing up to do"

And I replied don't we all

Momma said "why can't you ever be alone"

I said what do you mean?

Went to correct her, she did it herself

She said "at least that's how it seems"

Pop ain't called, he's still mad

Still pissed, he's still angry

I'm still going, no plan of slowing

No way I'll ever let his immaturity taint me

Momma said that Tahiry called

That ain't shock me, they speak a lot

She's helpful.....

Off 2 The Races lyrics - Joe Budden

[Hook]

And we're off to the races, places

Ready, set the gate is down and now we're goin' in

To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin

Boy you're so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe

You are my one true love, you are my one true love

[Verse 1]

Let her know I’m here if she ever need me to be with her

As long as she know I can never be with her

She asks you why, I just need you to keep it G with her

Tell her I found the happiness that I could never see with her

3 years after that break up, should’ve had closure by now

We’d be best friends, you’d have let this end we’d be closer by now

What you want is upset, hostile, angry, evil, jealous, bitter shit

Fuck makin your bed and lying in it, you bought that house, live with it

I came to you for a second chance, you gave me your ass to kiss

Found another salad to toss, how the fuck is you mad at this?

Oh, I forgot, you not in love anymore

And I’d believe it, but see I’m not on drugs anymore

That’s based on action, words I stopped believing still I hear it though

Would you save them if you knew they became meaningless to me years ago?

But if happiness is the finish line, I beat you there

So karma must be real cause since we broke up he ain’t treat you fair

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Remember our break up? I rapped about it on Downfall

But you know I don’t stay down for long

Remember you met that other dude, he’s smarter and more mature

With more bread that you’d thought would be around for long

Remember you pulled the rug from under me, left me to be alone

I threatened suicide, bang, was crazy about you

But that stalker dude was still right to the point you waste that for this name

And when we speak now you still say I’m crazy without you, my

My, how the tables have turned

Or are they bending just a little, you resent it just a little

Cause dude that ruined your life made you doubt yours

It’s the reason that loneliness you gave me is now yours, check it

Your perspective I can’t even call it hatin

You mad at the situation, really it ain’t even Kaylin

We both sympathized, that pain is felt and shared

To watch a man that you helped better display it elsewhere

Watch a man you spent years with, grew with

Come across to someone that you want nothing to do with

To sleep in a bed with "what ifs?" instead of something special

How can you get over us? The public won’t even let you

I know to wake up with that fear is gross

Love me from far cause you scared to get close

But what are you fearing the most?

If happiness is the finish line I beat you there

I always thought that when you’d put the baggage down I’d meet you there

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Uh, let’s bring up the speed a lil bit

Now a nigga balling, you still tell me to grow some

Entertaining threesomes, you don’t think that it’s wholesome

Say that you can’t trust me, think I’m out here trashing you

Got a lot of answers to questions I don’t be asking you

I tried to be friends so I don’t see a problem passing through

You welcome a nigga to pain, it is me harassing you

You must be misconstruing my love and it’s gassing you

Causing you to wear our shit out, and think it's fashionable

I'm thinking you should put our history in back of you

That would call for you stepping outside of yourself and being rational

Come to friendship, you question me in that capacity

How would you ever know it’s not something you ever asked of me

And VH1 just gave us another episode

So maybe it’s smart that you can’t let this go

Cause love changes, a thug changes

And soul mates become strangers, word up

[Hook]

The Helmet (Interlude) lyrics - Joe Budden

Check this out baby um

I know things are moving kinda fast and um

I wanna slow down but uh

I just wish my partner realized I didn't bring any rubbles, you know

No no no, I'm not tryin to offend you

I mean you look clean and you smell good but uh

I just wanna know

Can I put the helmet in?

No no no, check it out, look I mean

You've been Tweeting me 3 times

I kinda thought that was a sign

We didn't mean for us

I mean it's just a helmet

We don't gotta go all the way there

(Tell me will you let me?)

(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)

(Baby will you let me?)

I mean I trust you and I know you trust me

(Let me put the helmet in)

(Tell me will you let me?)

I paid 2 tows to get here

(Let me put the helmet in)

(Baby will you let me?)

I can't go home like this

(Tell me will you let me?)

(Let me put the helmet in)

(Tell me will you let me?)

(Baby will you let me?)

It's just the tip I mean

(Baby will you let me?)

It's all first verse though

(Put the helmet)

And you gon get this work

No no no, you gon get this work

All first verse

(Tell me will you let me?)

All first verse

(Tell me will you let me?)

You got me ready to singing that thing baby

(Tell me will you let me?)

Look at you emotional

(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)

Your mouth's saying no but your body's saying yea

(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)

(Tell me will you let me?)

(Might have an STD but the helmet's in)

(Tell me will you let me?)

I mean if you have a STD

(Tell me will you let me?)

I don't think I just can catch it in the helmet

(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)

(Tell me will you let me?)

5 second rule

(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)

(Tell me will you let me?)

(Baby will you let me?)

So Good lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)

Niggas be like

They like why you coughing so hard?

And I be like why you not?

Grown man shit though

It's a cold winter, niggas they gon keep you warm at night

Make you breakfast in the morning

And I ain't in love, love is in me, ya hear?

I've been thinking 'bout you every day

These other bitches, they can't change us

And I don't need em in the way

Cause no one ever fucked me so good

Your love is...

Your touch is...

My spot get...

No one ever fucked me so good

Look, let's talk a different type of lavish now

Not sure actually, a different type of baggage now

Your home girls quick to paint me as a savage now

You quick to know them bitter hoes, wish they had this now

Back to you, this song of mine, no it's unsung

Not a trophy, that'd imply I only won once

I'm off the pass miss if every guy before me once practiced

Then I don't need no real game to know we should be more than just so on and done

And my baby like girls too

So every night we get in bed with another bitch

She start screaming, getting head from another bitch

And now it's just a porno, in our heads it's another bitch

Yea, but it's more than just the sex to me

Panic when I wake up and she ain't next to me

So I go out of my way to give her the best of me

Love me so much, shorty even want the rest of me

I've been thinking 'bout you every day

These other bitches, they can't change us

And I don't need em in the way

Cause no one ever fucked me so good

Your love is...

Your touch is...

My spot get...

No one ever fucked me so good

We hit the strip club, I respect a different taste

That's how stacks and ones end up in a disarray

These other broads used to transform my living space

Into solitary confinement prison space

They think we actin though, I tell em we're not frontin

Give er something of everything cause she used to a lot of nothing

We take our clothes off, get the spot, jump in it

She come multiple times like she forgot something

Yea, I'm like any other guy she dated

She my world and I'm cool with being isolated

I swear to God all I need is you

If love hurts all I bleed is you

Tell me if you wanna see that through

We could coop it when I'm with you

Get back all I put in to recuperate an issue

Let me sum it up for those of ya'll that ask why

I cherish the grill she walk on but she that fly

I've been thinking 'bout you every day

These other bitches, they can't change us

And I don't need em in the way

Cause no one ever fucked me so good

Your love is...

Your touch is...

My spot get...

No one ever fucked me so good

It's really as simple as this

The woman that they would fuck I wouldn't

The woman I wouldn't fuck they would

What that means is the niggas ya'll think is fly don't

So I move in my own pace

(So good... so good...)

Fortunately for me I done been all around the world on many

Met so many different types of woman

I picked one

I got the one I like

Even better than that – I got the one I love

Ya'll get these other hoes

Been there, done that, wasn't that fun

(So good... so good...)

(So good... so good...)

You gotta be on some

You gotta be on some grown shit to understand this shit that I'm talkin bout tho

You have to be on some grown shit to have the type of sex that I'm talkin bout

(So good... so good...)

(So good... so good...)

You're bedsex niggas, I'm rooftop

Five star suite and I don't mean considerate and kind

Ya know what I mean

Love you baby

I love you too babe

Take you to church uh

Here's a jewel, I'm a give it to ya'll

Same way it was given to me

Real niggas don't fall in love, we stand up in it

Thank God for you

So Hard lyrics - Joe Budden

What I mean is

I was tryina be on the same page with you

I want no miscommunication and none of that

Ya know what I mean?

(I need that magic)

It's simple

Joe Budden

Ass fat but she eatin right, ketchup and whole foods

Fuck emotion, she the only thing I go through

I did some thinking fore the guard even approached you

Couldn't beats the same, GD's must already sold you

Movin like a stripper so I'm thinkin like a nigga though

I'll treat you like a lady so you know how it feels

She want a pole in the room, I said one is already there

I just need you to test it out and let me know how it feels, now check it

You who I'm tryina build that canope with

Relax, good sick will make you lose your sanity quick

That beat hard enough to be your first round sanity pick

But I won't be coming up off bread on some philanthropy shit

Fuck for a hour, I go shower, look good as fuck when she ladder

Got me using gas words like lavish

You rather me speakin cold, really I think it's sexy

So when I say times are hard she know how to respond correctly

I see you on top, screaming don't stop

Me – just glued to you

Touching on every spot

Things that I can get used to do

You make it so hard

You make it so hard

You got me so hard

Got me stryin, grab another rubber

You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)

She said let it happen naturally, I ain't force it

Practice control when she was feeling like I force it

Got a couple ex's, you'll go crazy so she lost it

The past is so foggy, well no wonder she's exhausted

I guess the dum, that's where the drama lies

A real nigga, I'd hate to see lil mama cry

I go up in it, she be shakin like she traumatized

Dick so hard it won't bend, no it won't compromise

I hit it from the back, that ass be sittin right

Almost wanna say I love you when I get inside

And I don't think there's a position that we didn't try

Though we gotta be a couple that she wish we didn't thrive

Sound moronic but she be on the Oxxy

Say even when it hurt it feel good so she don't stop me

Call me on the horn to say your naughty thoughts are wrong

Anytime I send her pictures with balls shorts on

I see you on top, screaming don't stop

Me – just glued to you

Touching on every spot

Things that I can get used to do

You make it so hard

You make it so hard

You got me so hard

Got me stryin, grab another rubber

You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)

She keep a low pro, so subtle with it

So hard, probly why she having trouble with it

Uh, my baby far from a push around

And she don't get it up unless you bout to put it down

We can make a movie if we wanted to

And a sequel, watching back to back, one or two

3 and 4, in every scene I be right under you

Cause I love how you ride for yours, now tell me what you wanna do

I see you on top, screaming don't stop

Me – just glued to you

Touching on every spot

Things that I can get used to do

You make it so hard

You make it so hard

You got me so hard

Got me stryin, grab another rubber

You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)

Oh got me so hard

Aye eh aye

So, you got me so hard

Got me so hard oh

You got me so hard

So, you got me so hard

You got me so hard baby

You got me so hard

So, you got me so hard yea

Oh oh oh uh oh oh

You got me so, so hard

So hard

Dreams (Interlude) lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Trev Rich)

In all actuality

The work gets hard for a passionate, work more than his salary

And it paid off hopefully to make my monthly look annually

So I tell this is a reality

I dream my way through life

Can't remember if I was awake or asleep

I killed my doubters with kindness

And force-feed em the taste of defeat

They like this nigga been through somethin

How he rap like he ain't 23

Cause in my mind I'm 9, Millie's, every round you gon brace for this heat

My city bad but it's so small at the same damn time

Where failure and success is treated like the same damn crime

They gon hate you either way

Either way give em something to talk about

They must be talkin bout us cause nigga we the only thing that's worth talkin bout

And they said we next and I said we now

Sayin why and I'm sayin how

Thinkin up a way to make a million

Every time I lay down

And my son and daughter, they gotta eat

And that's even if my stomach hurt

My girl throwin up every morning

Low key, I think she gon pop the 3rd

I was going through it with just 2

Now I'm thinking it's 3 for me

But on every last one of em

I swear to God we gon get this cheese

Dreaming since a youngin, writin poetry to pass the time

Never give a shit nigga

So think twice for you ask for mine

It's Gucci Louis Prada shit

We all bout to be takin flight

I give a fuck if you high right now

I'm bout to put you on a different height

I swear to mom they gonna get me mine

Lampshade nigga, just let me shine

Most go through life and cry

Nigga, I go through life and grind

My heart and soul on every beat

Cause that's what real niggas gonna do

Some shit might seem small to ya'll

But somebody out there going through it

Used to battle niggas at lunch

And try to sneak my food in class

I was writtin raps and they was passin notes

And I still passed on they stupid ass

18 with no worries, my my how fast my story changes

Just for me, been where I was from

Most motherfuckers could've swore we bang

That G5 shit was epic, but before all that I was such a loner

Every nigga try to fuck with us

Every bitch wanted to fuck on us

I'm just speakin realistic

And reality is so vicious

But no, I'm not bragging about making your favorite girl a statistic

Nigga what you know about splittin poles?

What you know about the eviction notes

What you know about multiplayer on that Golden Eye on that 64?

What you know about walkmens? CD players, stereos

What you know about smart girls? I never really been in the centerfolds

What you know about ridin high? Getting bunked and you had to go

What you know about fingerprints? And waitin on your bail to post

What you know about struggling? And sharing money just to get a meal

What you know about hittin licks? It go bad and the shit get real

What you know about takin losses? Bouncing back in the same week

Shit you might know bout all these but nigga what you know bout me?

I sleep on top of the world yea

Having fantasies, I' having threesomes with success and my favorite girl yea

But we've been going through it since...

And I'll be drinkin out this bottle like I never gave a fuck

She said she into whatever, I'm pouring in her cup

Looking over the city, feeling like this is for us

If we sleep don't let housekeeping wake us up

Wake us up cause we've been dreaming

For too long

I swear we been dreaming

For too long

They could never alarm us

They could never harm us

We ain't gotta worry bout him, we'll leave it to karma

But I swear we been dreaming

Too long

Pain Won't Stop lyrics - Joe Budden

[Hook:]

Oh, the pain won't stop (the pain don't stop)

Almost like it's got a hold on me (on me)

Shackles and cuffs, I can be no more than a slave

And still the pain won't stop

Like my demons got control of me

Won't take me alive

I guess someone's gonna see the crime

[Bridge:]

And it won't be me, and it can't be me

And it won't be me, I won't let it be me

And it won't be me, and it can't be me

And it won't be me, I won't let it be me

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

I'm staring at the pain in the mirror, or is it a facsimile?

Question hurts more than the fact that it resembles me

Thought em all in the past, I mean essentially

So when we side by side I just act like it's all a memory

And then I got a whole market of fans

With no clue what I speak of, but some of ya'll understand

If you knew about my woes you wouldn't target the man

And if you did it'd be about more than a marketing plan

I got a heart that's ice cold, I've been trying to melt, it's talent

Honest to ya'll, all while lying to myself

Seem like I do the most damage, all when trying to help

And no one asked for it, I decided myself

You think the road a nigga traveled

Has been long enough for ya'll to see the winner in him?

Don't know if I'm fighting my demons or going to dinner with em

I sit across from that table just looking brave and tough

But it's only right they get the check, figured that I paid enough

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Fans say they waitin on a break up, don't want me at the altar

But how would their lives alter, I figure how could they fault ya?

Followed me in this business, you witnessed me go through torture

With my ex's so what if? Wish I wouldn't want anymore

Begs the question what do niggas really want in me?

Couldn't be as simple as misery loving company

Can't be as cliché as being a gift and a curse

But how could you ever claim to love someone then wish em the worst?

It appears my happiness has some people resenting me

Should I appreciate love that come with contingencies?

Ya'll get mad whenever someone else mentions me

Ironic, got a ex that's showing similar tendencies

Spite stems from hate, I try to never be near it

Do you only want the best for Joe when we could share it?

That can become obsessive like you wouldn't believe

Don't take my word, just look at what happened to Steve

It got Raqi looking rocky, had em by me and I watched em both deteriorate

Was ugly if you trust me then you wouldn't want to share their fate

And so it seems the people I'd jump in the casket for

Their mind's playing tricks, I wish they knew they mattered more

Would they ask for more or would that will subside?

Poured my heart out all these years, I'm shocked I'm still alive

Tell him like I toast Stack, it gets no realer

You love something too much, guarantee it'll kill ya, for real

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

I crashed a million times, still I'm without a dent

They come to me to air it out but I'm without a vent

I have nightmares about the shit I thought I said

Cried enough that Posturepedic is a waterbed

Look at you like a nobody, it ain't much I could ask of you

And I'd give you a hand but what the fuck would you attach it to?

Finish one chore, God will give throw you some more shit

It's not enough I'm fighting mine still I battle your shit

[Hook]

[Bridge]

All In My Head lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Royce Da 5'9 & Kobe)

[Intro:]

Quarter on the loose

Loose quarter

Few questions I ask myself

[Verse 1:]

Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life?

Maybe it wouldn't had started at all if I had your life

Maybe it was needed or I was thinking immorally

If I wasn't myself could I say I gave the fans All of Me?

Can't decide if I'm more ashamed of what they saw of me

Than I am of ignoring all the lessons that was taught to me

Headed up field but couldn't dodge the last tackler

How could a forward thinker move so ass backwards

How could a dude with no regrets at all, willing to bet it all

Not realize that quicker demise, how could I neglect it all?

I'm so seasonal, some of you knew id spring back

With a heart this cold, how'd ya'll think I'd be receptive to fall

I'm plenty comfortable when danger's around

And even more so when strangers around

In a bigger picture, was sicker down on my triggers

And all the alarm enforcers

Down to a nigga, that I'm about for drugs and liquor or the harm it causes

Life and death, I tried to lynch myself

Thought I could keep it all a secret, I convinced myself

But really the folk that loved me, they could tell I was loakin

I couldn't see him, cry me a river cause it fell in the ocean

Numb to my words now, maybe felt it was open

I cut so many people loose to any need help with devotion

That's just some of the things I ask my Lord the savior

And when He calls to me, well He have done us all a favor

[Hook:]

How did I make it here?

Who I are?

I feel so lost

Now I'm not seeing it clear

Is it my fault?

Is it my fault?

It's all in my head

[Verse 2:]

I'm looking around like this can't be happening

Round of applause for the angry rappers

Lord my girl cried me a flood then me a river

That's love depending on me when I'm a dependent on liquor

I'm up in the shoe store, she got no love to show

You ever look at a bitch she was fucking behind your bitch back like fuck I was fuckin you for, come on

I'm an artist so I'm intelligent

I would tell you to do some soul searchin

But it's hangin up in my closet with your skeleton

That's gotta be a God's work, even a diamond gotta be polished first

The quarter is on the loose and I ain't been out here getting my dollars' worth

I had to remove the goggles first

To see through the sippin patrone and 50 phonies for

I need to go get me a kidney doner

Guru, Nate Dogg, go head blink your eye

Your doctor told me you close, go ahead drink and die

Buried under the stone where the patrone 5th sits by

That reads hella somebody who never wanted to be this guy

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

They say knowledge is power, great cause every day I learn

As of late been having revelations bout this hate turn

Hate the way they judge me, 2 I got the case adjourned

Hated the belly of the beast to I became it's tapeworm

When I said I'd stop getting high tried to say it's done

No, I'm the type to walk through the fire to check the way it burn

They say my brain is off, I say how can it be?

If I'm out my mind how can I be in sanity?

The people used to say that I was scared of progress

They don't know how hard a nigga tried to advance

But I don't know who's more to blame

Is it them for really not knowing me

Or is it me for never really giving them a chance?

Get too close, be too big of a threat

Now it's been little than no time

Thinking why I ain't get rid of you yet

Gotta recognize my maturity

Gotta see I'm grown

Letting my skeletons out the closet just so I never be alone

Since I got trust issues I won't discuss with you

Besides God tell me who the fuck's supposed to save you

Pop one, have one man to man, was gone half my life so

Somewhere in his head probly feel it in his place too

Plus more people will see me soon

I mean I'll be on national TV soon

So when I ask if people I have around are cancer for me

That's 4 million more that might be able to answer for me

Joe

[Hook]

More Of Me lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)

[Hook: Emanny]

I give you my all

But it seems like that’s not enough

Letting you get more of me

So while the world keep on changing

The one thing remaining is

I keep letting you get more of me

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

My story, my pain, can’t ail it

My tears overflowed, you can’t pail it

My talent, to immense can’t jail it

Niggas tried to cross the God, but they ain’t nail it

My path, my walkway, you can’t trail it

My ladder, my mountain, can’t scale it

It’s my life, my struggles, can’t help it

I’m just grateful that He kept me alive for me to tell it

Check it, see the music industry changed me

It was everything that I’d have never guessed it was

So my discography is all full of hand-me-downs

I couldn’t figure out another way to dress it up

So every verse fight with the truth

Nah, no one know me better than this mic and this booth

It’s no better way, I owe my todays to my yesterdays

You live with regrets, probably die with em too

So I trust God more than myself, I’m trying to tell ya

Drunk in the basement, now I’m in the wine cellar

I learned to never let the fear settle in

And now I’m more prepared than I’ve ever been

Not one ounce of hate in my glass

Just one of the things OG taught me way in advance

Said it’s two types of folk in this world

Got the ones that’s out doing it

And those busy saying they can’t

[Hook]

I give you my all

But it seems like that’s not enough

Letting you get more of me

So while the world keep on changing

The one thing remaining is

I keep letting you get more of me

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

You know some niggas never learn

Some learn and never apply, but wait

Some apply but never teach

My only right to preach, I spent time being each

Grab your magnifying glass I need y’all to look closer

At the only dude to do every drug and get lower

If niggas knew a third of all the weight that he shouldered

They’d know it’s an insult to think I’m only bipolar

I got a unique talent, don’t know how I obtained it

How do I sustain it? Can’t even explain it

I get more info from words that aren’t spoken

More fixated on people or things when they are broken

I used to think everybody was pure

Now I’m busy trying to come up with everybody’s cure

And that mindset led to glory

It be the people you help most, normally do the most harm

Made it my whole life, most times I ain’t bite

So no need to stick to a script that I didn’t write

Preconceived notions, nothing less than a failure

Base your’s off of the cover and miss the best-seller

While I’m at it, let me tell you about this angel I met

She was fly, from every angle was fresh

And the way that she was jamming to the song called ‘I’m Not Perfect’

Made me wanna know what her imperfections were

Now listen, and they weren’t hard to find y’all

Both parents were addicts like mine are

Mi-nor, but her story wasn’t new to me

Most of life, shorty was homeless like I used to be

Could tell she never felt appreciated

Looked too much like her dad, was her mom’s least favorite

Picture a bond supposed to be sacred

Looking up at your mom’s eyes and seeing hatred

Pop left when she was young

Well she still young and he still gon’ keep it 100

While I’m just amazed that a woman so beautiful

Could through such ugliness and not become it

World keeps spinning, learned sinners keep sinning

And I can’t even tell her some fights ain’t fight worthy

Cause my pops got 20 years clean, but her pops got 20 years dirty

She moved to Jersey where he happens to reside

Thinking they’ll be closer but it’s only fiction

Cause she so young, all it does is cause friction

God picked the right nigga though, to teach about addiction

Years ago she should’ve been on homie watch

So check the time out, just not on mommy’s watch

Cause someone beat her ass for years, someone calmly watched

Na, stepdaddy beat her ass, mommy watched

I keep her closer than ever she always next to me

Bisexual, comfortable sexually

I’m talking more comfortable than she should ever be

Especially considered the fact she was molested three

Times, somethings a picture doesn’t tell

Can’t be worth a thousand words or her pictures might yell

Ya’ll see a pretty face on Instagram

I see a girl that should be scarred, never lent a hand

There go God’s work again how’d he know I need that?

How the fuck did he pick her to walk me through a relapse?

Believe me, shorty I’ll kill for you if need be

And I need you much more than you would ever think you need me

What I do for you is tangible, shit that you could gain

You for me, not understandable, it’s shit you can’t explain

Some folk don’t see the effect in that

Some say I’m using you, they’d be correct in that

But what for they’ll never know

It’s deeper than nude pics, it’s something I would never show

[Joe Budden Talking]

I figured like this…

You came to me at a pool party and I was two steps away from smoking on that wet

My logic say to me, you came as a stranger and I hold you dearer than most people I ever met in my entire life b

God’s work, not mine

You came younger and wiser, I’d have never known it

You don’t look your age

Younger and wiser when I was older and dumber

You came to me as nothing I’d have ever wanted

But everything I’d have ever needed, I swear to you its God’s work, not mine

So you’ll never be alone again

What’s mine is yours, you won’t be without a home again

And I know you from Miami, so you hate the cold

But you been through much colder than me and I’m much older

You just ride shotgun, let a nigga chauffeur

I’ll cut the grass, you just look out for the cobras

We’ll be just fine, God set these on our shoulders

I’ll show you a man, you showed me I could stay sober

Let the world talk about every picture we post up

And we’ll sleep well every night, cause they don’t know us

[Hook (Joe Budden)]

I give you my all

But it seems like that’s not enough

Letting you get more of me

So while the world keep on changing

The one thing remaining is

I keep letting you get more of me

(God’s work

Talk to em

Sometimes you gotta stick around for the miracle

Gotta wait for the miracle to happen

God’s work, not mine)

I said, God’s work, not

Word, I love you

I’m gone

Life is beautiful ain’t it…

Now Or Never lyrics - Joe Budden

[Hook: Emanny & Royce da 5'9"]

Racing time, it's now or never

Here we are, here forever

(You can eat our dust, we're playing ring around the world)

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

Nah, this ain't the story of a soldier

It's the story of a nigga they counted as being over

It's just the story of Joseph

A new birth, so if you counted me out

On one hand you understand me but still you had one hand free

I used to do this to feed my son and my family

Now you need those other 5 fingers, they might come in handy

Sprinkle your weed on your blunts

Got haters breaking world records for the most words eaten at once

Just getting out of my self's way, been a sucker to slavery

Fucked fear without a condom, had a baby named Bravery

Old head said, give em murder on the beats

And fuck going commercial, make commercial go me

If it's a hurdle I'm a leap, niggas ain't threats anyway

Odds ain't in my favor, but I'm taking bets anyway

Wasn't with me in the gym in Jersey, lost his team

But none of my shots touched the Nets anyway

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Remember him, Jerz kid, new to some, old face

Fans matured, so did I, now my words, [?]

Nerve of them doubting I, probably had no faith

Figured I'd be rapper after the fact that we're soul mates

Long ago I done been enlightening to ya'll

But they was getting fresh air when the writing was on the wall

Was fucked up a while, smoking 2 packs a day

But never mind that, rather talk about some accolades

Got rich twice, he got clean twice

Put hood bitches on covers of magazines twice

When they say it's play favorites, shit don't seem right

And my fans looking confused like fuck you mean he ain't nice?

I've stared death in the eyes without shades on

Blink once, open my eyes and they was gone

Ignore the chatter and my crabs in the bucket turned to lobster on the platter

None of you niggas matter

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

This here is the victory lap and yet I ain't even win

Where do I begin? How bout when they wouldn't let me in?

Won't address that setback, passed that shit

I got the blackball and behind the back passed that shit

Concerned with getting my pay up

Some never thought he'd be hot, figured I'd just lay up

But I don't take the easy shot, from the grimiest Tabernacle

My peers can respect this bad apple

[Hook]

[Outro: Joe Budden]

Never thought we'd be back here right?

Never thought we'd be back, hold up

Let my guitars ride out

Just a moody motherfucker

That MME shit, we on it

If by chance I'm past my prime I'm tryna lap it

Joe Budden other songs:

 

Wake lyrics - Joe Budden

[Kenny Powers:]

New Joe Budden!

Good afternoon everyone. I'm Kenny Powers. If you're here and you're someone Shane cared about, or someone Shane loved. Or maybe you're just somebody who has no business being here at all who's just here because you think it's gonna make you more popular. You know, Shane and I used to fuck around big time. We fuckin' partied hard. We'd ride our vehicles around. Slay ass

[Joe Budden:]

My condolences, my condolences

Whole family in mourning send my condolences

My condolences, crazy I just spoke to him

Courtney dropping drinks all in Hooters

She losin' focus shit

Don't send a text, I don't care y'all mad

Shit, I waited 5 days nigga where y'all at?

For real, I'm calling Stunna

Cause all Summer 16, ain't heard a hot 16 'bout all Summer

Awareness is high, say attention I'm seeking

Since I'm reaching, it's offensive they're convinced I'm a demon

Such a thin disagreement, son my kin for a reason

Killing you is expected of me, I don't win an achievement

Somebody pinch me I'm dreaming, take this mental reprievement

Since I know the nigga, I know this ain't the man that I'm seein'

I heard it straight from the 'Bama's mouth, he won't pull a hammer out

Wasn't you at Hov's show scared to pull the camera out?

I'm seeing habits switch, magic tricks

You froggy behind that Apple fix

The passiveness in your manor I might react to it

Automatic shit

Ratchet kids at your crib that can't even spell Calabasas bitch

So I take all the guns, load half the clips

I just notice you run, we mention half of Clipse

I'll save that for another time I'll get back to it

I'm kinda shocked to look at what we've advanced to

Knew it'd get you dismantled, knew the issues I ran through

Sick of the scandal, or maybe I just misunderstand you

I kept it a buck, thought that, that was shit you could handle

You said that you wondered if anything you doin' was brand new, right?

I got him, no one help, father punch below the belt

Introspection means dig deep, let's look below the wealth

I wanna know myself

How you tell bitches know they self

When you don't even know yourself?

You wouldn't know yourself

Say he Canadian, maybe Asian, Croatian

Be sounding like his Jamaican friends, depend on what state he in

I think you rap good, but you a movie star

So that owl's appropriate, we don't know who you are

Where did the boy's brain change? Was it the club scene?

Now you sound like you use people and love things

But later for how you use people and love things

The entendres that upswing when I call you drug king

That record contract, leaves a lot to exam

Never dealt drugs in his life, but sold a lotta gram

That's too much baking soda, good thing my break is over

They thinking cause my paper lower, this for Rage to blow up

Or maybe they just woke up

You leverage your celeb, taking waves over

That's territorial takeover

Maybe he thinks nobody notices

Gucci wasn't home two seconds before you rode his dick

Bodied Versace flows, copy, that he stole

Ay dios mio, sorry Migos, adios amigo

Was that your plot all along?

Why you ain't do that vid with Fetty but you hopped on the song?

No really, we want a Party album

But you keep stealing all of Party's album

To go and put it on your party album

It's plenty reason to slay you

Kept going up Tuesday's and now The Weeknd just hates you

Are you lifeless? Sound like a zombie on the track

Remember "Started From the Bottom, " it was Zombie on the Track

Know who else started from the bottom? Zombie on the Track

How come after that joint I don't see Zombie on a track?

I'm from Jersey, so Zombie I got your back

Be alarmed the real is finally back

Get your guard up now, hope your heart up now

Battery in him, let's see if he get charged up now

I'm wake

I'm wake

We at the wake

[Kenny Powers:]

Who's Goose and who's Tom Cruise?

Well now that Shane is dead I guess we know who is Goose. Shane is Goose. Cause in that motion picture, Goose dies, so Shane is dead so he would be Goose

Why Would I lyrics - Joe Budden

You can always count on me

[Verse 1]

I got no time to be wasteful, treat my time like it’s rare

I appalled at the fact that you think I got it to spare

I got so many folk, pulling me every which where

They bombard me problems, niggas think that I care

They be clogging my air

But I just dismiss it

They say I’m unfair, they depend on me to fix it

They say I don’t give back, they say that I’m evil

Help yourself please before you expect me too

I got so many hoes, that vie for attention

I ain't saying no names, they would die for a mention

They love my sense of humour, they say I’m a clown

They say I can be insensitive but they stay around

And it’s normally a model, nigga, shocked that I got ‘em

But way before the deal, was never a problem

Y’all judging it wrong, you think this what I offer

But it’s all in the mind, more about what I taught her

Solo maintenance, no Victoria secrets

All I ask is that they make the bed when they leave it

We can be in the PJ, could be at the Clearview

You talk to the pilot from your seat, can hear you

Some niggas got beef with me

But I’m an adult so it’s not I’m afraid

It’s that I know the results

And the song never changes

Sung from the pulpit

My time is important I got enough of the bullshit

[Chorus]

I don’t wanna waste your time

I got so much I could be doing with mine

Why would I waste your time

You handle your shit, I handle mine

That way it’s all good

It’s all, it’s all, it’s all good

It’s all good

That way it’s all good

It’s all, it’s all, it’s all good

It’s all good

[Verse 2]

I can show you a mansion show you some cars

It speaks in volumes that I’m showing you bars

The money means nothing you make it you lose it

Some niggas stay broke and just make up excuses

I could be out the country hiding under the bucket

Shop when I land, I ain't checking no luggage

Bet I give it my all, I can give you a quarter

But even in that I can give you slaughter

I can be at the jeweller, can be at the theatre

Can be at the strip club or can be with the Realtor

I can wanna relax and vacay with dude

I can be anywhere that means away from you

From the kid on the block, selling dope

Now I’m in VIP behind a velvet rope

I tap shawty on the shoulder, tell her to go

She say she depressed, I’m helping her cope

I can take her to Gucci, can take her to Mike Korrs

If you had the World what would you strive for?

It’s a gift and a curse

Everything is a drawback

I could be in grey-house but nigga I’m off that

It’s the size of your heart when your facing a wall

Are you afraid of heights or afraid of the fall?

The song never changes, sung from the pulpit

Time is important, enough of the bullshit

[Chorus]

Afraid lyrics - Joe Budden

What am I afraid of?

This is supposed to be what dreams are made of

But people I don't have the time to hang with

Always look at me and say the same shit

They say you promised you would never change

I just feel like you broke a promise to me

Only hurt cause I thought you were being honest with me

So I'm gon' try and do this honorably

Without the sponsoring fee what's most alarming to me

This so emotional for you, robust such the calm in me,

Easy to put off notes in thugs harmony

Speak to his insecurity, acting so irresponsibly

And it's further impacted by the fact that you respond to me

See some of us know you as Jimmy barely old

He had the baby belly fro, nigga was frail up in his clothes

Barely got a hold and it's seeming very outta control

Wish we could go back and grab the blackberry with the scroll, oh

Yeah Aubrey that's the one we trusted

Not this new Aubrey with his stomach sculpted

I'm disgusted, you're such a fuckin' incumbent

Can't govern, trust in the public becoming a fucking puppet

It's bigger than rap battles, a word for the digital cash castle Don't let a glitch in the Mac crash you

Unrelaxed wearing political straps tackled

Now clash paths with dad, the original bad apple

I know where you at, shit I was there too

When shit was happening fast, word, I got scared too

Impossible feats, impossible to sleep

Making promises impossible to keep like

What am I afraid of?

This is supposed to be what dreams are made of

But people I don't have the time to hang with

Always look at me and say the same shit

They say you promised you would never change

Listen, alert the niggas that handle you

You fill up tour seats but you raw meat to the animals

Doggy to cannibal, morning coffee and sandal shoes

Can't get this energy off me, it isn't tangible

This shit is greater than me, Pitchfork and Fader agree

Complex I'm waiting to see, this between us, A and B

You on the cusp Rated G, film I ain't paying to see

I'm patiently waiting with please

Thought you would take it in, breathe

Blantently seein' his whole channel real A&E

Hard to sound empty inside and fill a vacancy

Get some advice, come over kick it and vibe

I'm here with hotels, strippers, Odell, all that shit that you like

We'll light some candles and some hookah

Hookers flickin' the lights

We'll play Aaliyah's greatest hits, you'll get all tickled inside

My nigga, It's no wonder you're losing all your friends

Poster child now for all that you had a wall against

And tell your mans I'll be seeing him soon

He marched you right into this madness I got reason to assume

I creep in his room, sweeper consumed

Now his region of doom ain't the legion of boom it's just me with a broom

Afterward I'm thinking we can resume a lesson in speaking too soon

How is it too late if I'm reading ya tomb

It's not, boys inordinate, ploys and ornaments

Show up at party next door with a noise ordinance

So off the hook of me, maybe y'all should be shook of me

Should know I'd kill him at even the slightest push of me

And when his team press up shirts, I'll help 'em push a tee, Should it read, he pressed buttons but wouldn't push a tee

Gotta be buggin', maybe he dunno where Pusha be

Or when Pusha push the agenda he isn't pushed to see

If pushed to the streets, I see wood in your physique

Thinking you misunderstood my hood, this isn't Meek nigga

This ain't a standard that you couldn't meet

Just from your views, you prolly couldn't see

That's cool, that kind of success you could never plan for it

Heard the question nigga, I'm a help you answer it

What am I afraid of?

This is supposed to be what dreams are made of

But people I don't have the time to hang with

Always look at me and say the same shit

They say you promised you would never change

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I?

Devil In My Room lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Crooked I, Novel)

[Novel:]

Last night I heard a voice say

I've been gettin in my own way

I think I'm fallin off the deep end

So I haven't been sleepin

Last night I heard a voice in my head

He said it's an emergency

Said he had some words for me

[Joe Budden:]

Uhh, uhh

He said "Fuck the world!"

Or maybe he said it in jest

I told him that I already did multiple times

Truthfully I wasn't never impressed

But, to contradict that'll matter again

To the point where nothin matters again

More money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved

The more fame just means more paranoia involved

I done made friends, lost friends, same hour

Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power

Uhh, same tricks, same cowards

Why I be like FUCK any nigga that ain't ours

Never slippin, never threatened

I think they forgettin for a second non-fiction ain't a weapon

Thoughts could be hypnotic, nah, just neurotic

Called oft psychotic, floored by off logic

But I got this

[Chorus - Joe Budden:]

Last night I saw the devil sittin in my room

And we greeted with a smile; said that he'd been there for a while

Last night I heard the devil talkin in my head

He said it's an emergency, he said he had some words for me

He said

[Joe Budden:]

He said

He said one day your friends gon' be your demise

Said a few of 'em is me in disguise

Deceit in his eyes, said I like the teachin me wise

But the leeches I don't need in my life, please be advised

Real coy, listenin, still annoyed

Said these hoes fill a void, all hoes, you still a boy

Said you searchin, you don't know what to do

You thinkin you fuckin them when really they fuckin you

Look, said they see you on feats

Said you give the love to the ones that need it the least

But wait, you can't put me on trial for my errors

I learned, trial and error, the how I couldn't tell ya

You talkin to the realest, nah, just a realist

Nah, you just a nigga don't recognize what the real is

Thoughts could be hypnotic, thoughts get out of pocket

You'll be powerless, get lost, you try to stop it

I got this

[Chorus]

[Crooked I:]

He said, "What you doin this music for?

I got news for ya

If you don't sell your soul to me then you just gon' ruin your future bruh"

See I just cracked open this Goose

And I mixed that elixir with juice then I was introduced to Lucifer

In a dark room, his tongue sharp as a harpoon

We started discussin things

He told me about his minions and his underlings

Told me that he was Gepetto of the ghetto, had snake niggaz on his puppet strings

Taught him betrayal, and other schemes

He ain't new to this, he true to this

Said he been doin this since Jesus was crossed for thirty pieces of silver

And he sealed the deal with a Judas kiss

When Ceasar was stabbed in the back

He was the one who placed the knife in Brutus fist

Now he got his hands in our music biz

Told me to ignore the war and the poor

Aim my music more towards the whores and drug lords

And the fans are pourin through the doors

Sell out my tours, get awards galore

I told him I just wanted to be the modern-day Marvin Gaye

He said "You might wanna re-think that, cause I know where your father stay

I'll possess him to pick up the chrome

Pop you in your dome for tryin to tell the people (What's Going On) "

He said "That's where you're goin wrong

It's more demons than angels in this biz, you on your own

Wanna hit the big screen, switch your sixteens

Get some slim jeans, forget your big dreams or make your wrist gleam

Get your big cream, hope you're listening"

I just had to switch to his team, uh, it was tempting

The contract was in blood

He said "I know you sick of traffickin drugs

Sign it!" Nah, I got this

[Chorus]

[Novel:]

No no no no no nooo

Ohhhh, ohhhhh last night I heard

Said no no no no nooo

I think I'm fallin off the deep end

So I haven't been sleepin

Last night I heard

He said it's an emergency

Said he had some...

No nooooo no no no no

Yeah yeah

Last night I heard a voice say

I think I'm gettin in my own way

I think I'm fallin off the deep end

So I haven't been sleepin

Last night I thought I heard a voice in my head

He said it's an emergency

Said he had some words for me

I think the weed's startin to fuck with a nigga, ohh

I think the weed's startin to fuck with a nigga, no

I think the weed smoke's fuckin with a nigga, ohh

I think the weed start fuckin with a nigga, yeah

I think the weed's startin to fuck with a nigga

I think the weed is fuckin with a nigga

I think this last weed's fuckin with a nigga

This weed smoke's fuckin with a nigga

Don't You Wait (Freestyle) lyrics - Joe Budden

[Joe Budden:]

(Wait a minute!)

Look, I wish I could be closer

To the point I'm trying to keep composure

Wine glasses seated on the sofa

Seems our arguing never featured you sober

I storm out trying to concentrate with 30

Missed calls hard to contemplate

And so the, small things we just complicate

How you tarnish faith at this alarming rate?

Now we can't coexist, share common space

Either, we bail out or get the bond in place

And take it, to a time we was actin' right

When we would ignore calls, where its at tonight?

And your girls always say I ain't rap too tight

But we put soul to soul and got back to life

But now, it seems you couldn't love me less

I was cut me depressed, I was Cudi depressed

On the cusp of death, when you up and left

I was starving myself, didn't want to get dressed

If this is love, tell me why I'm under duress

Putting loud in the air to share some of the stress

When you famous, every break up come with the press

Question, do you wake up and wonder what's next?

When it comes to the sex am I one of the best

Like back when I would pull out cum on your breasts

But hold up...

Slow down, we was literally speedin'

The company I'd keep was misleading

Like, is she leaving? If he cheating?

Busy weekends spent with Niykee Heaton (look)

Baby this is real talk

My bitch asked if we still talk

But times passed and you doing you

Though I'm part of your past, I still ruined you

Code red, you in urgent danger

Gotta watch what you say they way words can taint ya

Drink away the pain, all the hurt and the anger

When you all too familiar with a perfect stranger (look)

But it's hard to stay family

When plan A is plan B

All you need is a break from insanity

How'd I expect you to wait, you can't stand me

[Solange:]

I gave it all away that night, it was taking a little time, oh

I gave it all I got but now you better know that I know for sure, oh

You made my bed, dealt with it when the lights went out

Now looking back for temporary nothings

But I bet on it, you'll all be here when the lights come out

Still looking for nothing

I gave it all I got to know now

I don't want no part of it no longer, no longer

Looked around this place enough to know now

I don't want to waste the time to know you, to know you

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Now, I don't want to bite the hand that'll show me the other side, no

But I didn't want to build the land that has fed you your whole life, no

Don't you find it funny?

You made my bed, dealt with it when the lights went out

Now looking back for temporary nothings

But I bet on it, you'll all be here when the lights come out

Still looking for nothing

I gave it all I got to know now

I don't want no part of it no longer, no longer

Looked around this place enough to know now

I don't want to waste the time to know you, to know you

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

I don't wanna, wanna, wanna wait

I don't wanna, wanna, wanna wait

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Freedom (Freestyle) lyrics - Joe Budden

[Diamond Reynolds:]

I can't really do shit cause they got me handcuffed

It's okay mommy

I can't believe they just did this, I'm fuckin'...

It's okay, I'm right here with you!

[Jesse Williams:]

Now, what we've been doing is looking at the data and we know that police somehow manage to deescalate, disarm and not kill white people everyday. So what's going to happen is we are going to have equal rights and justice in our own country or we will restructure their function and ours

[Joe Budden:]

Let's take a moment to stand and observe the Hell we live in

No matter how high the fire it never melts the system

Some can help but didn't, we fill up the jails and prisons

You don't believe that's a business, only yourself you're kiddin'

But now they killin' our people, it's all on television

Them cops went home to their people, turn on the television

I tell my son, careful what you learn on television

He 15, he don't know what I mean

Don't know about yet, doubt and suspect, out sets of controlled outlets

From those who don't wanna let us out yet

Land of the free, the home of the brave (nah)

Can't let us be, we've grown from slaves

It's there if you wanna read, I mean it's all on the page

Say it's police, I just know when it's race

Now it's just thrown in our face...

Maybe I'm lost, signs are vital to me

Sandra Bland didn't come off as suicidal to me

Y'all play around, thinkin' we on safe ground

They killed Tamir Rice and his rights, right on that playground

Eric was selling cigarettes, "I can't breathe, " it was said

The bigger threat he was a nigga, I bet, but listen

Last year I went to church with my Mother Fay

We sat behind Ms. Garner, and it was Mother's Day

She sat strong, inside I cried for her

My eyes tucking the water as I was hugging his daughter...

Philando Castillo told him he had a weapons permit

Was murdered moments after without a complexion permit

That's bloodshed with his daughter in the car

I'm only upset for our sons and daughters tomorrow

Question, how many cities we gotta march through?

Signs we gotta hold up, or are they tryna provoke us?

Cause when them 9s load up, and land mines blow up

And the crime don't slow up, they'll chime in and say they told us

Or is it only a crime when done by poor us

Food for thought, my mind don't run off of cold cuts

Raw and evident, Alton was offed, heaven sent

Recorded the negligence, they just ignore the evidence

And make it seem as if we in y'all way

Maybe our government is governed by the NRA

That would make a diseased Capitol, in need of capital

They even legalized weed for the Capitol

But be black, sell in the street, they get mad at you

Casually clap at you, it's Uncle Sam sayin' taxes due

Our epidemic systemic

Black Panther fist at Olympics they just condemn it, hold up

Said the Klan marched in Piedmont

Even worse, they were protected by police arms

In Baton Rouge its pictures of them in riot gear

It tells me they know it's plenty reason to riot there

Yet we just keep on praying all while we feeling it

Racism still alive, now they not concealing it

It's revamped, shackles are gone, now we get house slippers

And all us millionaires are the house niggas

Irony, the only ones naked are urban outfitters

White people seeing us murdered are even down with us

They sayin' let's make America great again

I'm curious, what time would you like to place us in?

Were we degraded then? Did they enslave us then?

Or is it ignorant of me to even say again?

If it's civil war, then what are we civil for?

It's this is freedom to y'all, you better get us some more

[Beyoncé:]

Freedom! Freedom! I can't move

Freedom, cut me loose!

Freedom! Freedom! Where are you?

Cause I need freedom too!

I break chains all by myself

Won't let my freedom rot in hell

Hey! I'm a keep running

Cause a winner don't quit on themselves

[Jesse Williams:]

And we're done watching and waiting while this invention called whiteness uses and abuses us, burying black people out of sight and out of mind while extracting our culture, our dollars, our entertainment like oil - black gold, ghettoizing and demeaning our creations then stealing them, gentrifying our genius and then trying us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit

Freestyle lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Styles P)

[Talking - Styles P:]

Real MC shit you know

Jedi's on deck pay attention

Fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout?

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva

Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it

You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier

He's hot headed, he'll leave you as masses on fire

I'm the ghost rider that'll kill your ghost writer

Make him OD on heroin, he's a dope writer

If you had it written don't you tell me that you spittin'

I'm a say you bullshittin' and go suck a dick

And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin'

Yeah, I'm 41 but you ain't got to act dumb nigga

I ain't got a problem killing 41 young niggas

14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga

I was movin' work at like 41 slums nigga

Told my nigga Budden we don't always get along

But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion

We know we got bars and these little niggas don't

Let's lock 'em up, just slaughter 'em, make it look disgusting

Cut from a cloth that God made

Waring in the devils' land when I want to war knockin' 'I Pray'

Could kill MC's for like 5 days

I'm talkin' Monday through Friday

Go and pick up then dump 'em on the highway

Yeah, you should know that the ghost here

Space ghost, kill 'em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

[Joe Budden:]

A nigga vision is so clear

Even through the mystici, keep the pope near

Was big out in L.E.S., this ain't Joe clear

Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe's ear

So the venom is caged, I'm underpaid

I can only give 'em minimum rage

I came up when all they respected is violence

If you know, it's something to be said in my silence

Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands

Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling

Got football numbers when the squad was pinched

Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went

Listen, the fame you can keep

Some niggas became sheep

But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech

All I hear is niggas talkin' bout Game and Meek

I'm in the crib thinkin' this entire game is meek

This shit has changed Ghost

They lowered the understanding

Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion

But you and 'Kiss told me we gon' make it

Say whatever you want about him he don't fake it

You rarely see me out, I don't be most places

In bars it's still shit that real G's hold sacred, yeah

That's probably why they adore me though

Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo

Just Because lyrics - Joe Budden

You wonder why I stop and stare

I gotta admit it man

Every time you are near

I have a confession to make

Just because

I love you man

Just because

Sometimes love hurts

Just because

It's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you though

I love you

Look, listen, fuck is up with us? How we ain't agreeing?

Sensitive thugs need hugs, just the game we in

But if we ain't a team, I know what anger bring

Angled in any language you want it, mons ain't a ting

Is this a cry for help, show us the pain you in

What's in your cranium, fuck it let's put the flame to aim

Then they'll ask why I made him his most famous meme

I just tell 'em love makes you do the strangest things

They play at stadiums, I play at Stadium

Shame, shame in 'em, really what's there to gain for 'em

I see it weird though, fuck it we here though

Order my Bane mask all glass to let the beard show

Ain't been dark in a while, pardon my style

I mean, I think I hear my part in your style

I can attach different acts to different parts of your style

Yeah we let you act as if you had parts in your style, nah

That's retarded, it couldn't be any farther out

But really ain't shit about it that's hard to doubt

Ain't bothered 'bout it, you fathered your father's style

Which makes you a grandfather, a clock I highly doubt

You a hybrid, credited with the art of it now

Evolved with a style and re-dressed it in garments from now

So listen, that ain't my argument now

Just looking back through the years, begging me not to involve it 'til now

So this a pep talk, shouldn't be no awkwardness now

Sweet as the birds and bees from a father to a child

Look, I know sometimes you gotta father your child

Like hit the yard for a while

But be back before it's dark or pow-pow

Rage ritual with startling growl

Manufacturer of Coke, here go bars with a smile

The shots coming though, crew been at this bar for a while

The gun tucked, the snipe's out, you see us, cardigan down

Advance for the singing nigga and the margin is wild

Floetry, the same as Marsh' and them now

Too bad the martian is out

What song savin' him when we in bargin' in wild?

Singers lose, better go and check Debarge and 'em now

We heating up, you know the fire marshall in doubt

Iron and irony, I ain't spoke to Marshall in a while

He said "Budden get your stuff together

You busy ruffling feathers"

Bound to happen when you target an owl

Now we not enemies, he just gotta bar up now

I'm still on energy, let's see if he charged up now

And I'll be sure he's in the secret garden I found

With lions, tigers, bears, Tahiry, dolphins, wow

You wonder why

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce

Just because

Come on

Bounce with me now

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce with me now

I just love you man

It's a whole lot of love

You wonder why

You wonder why

You wonder why

Just because, I....

Just because, I....

Just because, I....

Just because, I....

Just...

Making A Murderer Pt. 1 lyrics - Joe Budden

[Joe Budden:]

I'm right here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes

No alliances with Meek, it's still fuck him too

Before we start, to the fans, I'm uncomfortable too

Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all cause I got love for the dude

But now my phone blowin' up, they're like what I'm gonna do?

Show the world you shouldn't poke a man with nothin' to lose

All of this just because I wasn't in love with his Views

Whatever happened, I just know they got me fuckin' confused, hey

Mic check, mic check

One two, one two

Wait a minute!

Drake: I'm happy, I'm honored... I'm, I'm, I'm honored to be around you, man

Joe Budden: Yo c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Drake: Okay so I can't be honest on your network here? I can't be honest to your fans and say I'm honored to be around you?

Joe Budden: It ain't an honor to be around me!

Drake: We all used to listen to you so I don't even... you need to learn how to take compliments. Don't say that in vain, he's one of the best. You know that, right?

Other Person: What up? What up?

Drake: I said don't say it in vain, you know he's one of the best

Other Person: Nah it's all love

Joe Budden!

Look, enough of the sentimental crap

Cool if you into that

Fuck all of these subs, who they intended at?

I won't believe it's me without forensic facts

They don't normally mention Black when pennin' their raps

But then I listen back, I heard a pinch of sass

Tender ass Teddy come around, he gon' get pinned to grass

I come around with every inch of the mag

I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought Quentin was bad

You made me proud, lad, but it seems my child mad

With all the clout that he grabbed, it's still doubts from his dad

Look, this ain't promotional, you just emotional

No doubt you got Starbucks, with all that Joe in you

I part his reign lightnin' fast, just what Joseph do

A black cloud all over the 6, check the overview

You're so indirect, shit wasn't real clear

Either Jimmy actin' or he really miss a wheelchair

What he don't know is we the most kindred of souls

I should've did this two Kendricks ago

He wanna sing? Well let's get into the show, hence my role

For Jodeci, Boyz II Men, we at the end of the road

I figure he's that close to his death to know the reaper

In fitted sweats with old sneakers, the flow ether

Gassed cause he KO'd Omeeka, no Joe's deeper

Quick to put extension on singer, that's Moesha

Nothin' 'bout Rick slick, but show of the Caesar

My crust from the same old pizza as Mona Lisa

So how you callin' out the lyrical God?

Your face light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts

Cause your words ain't sayin' a thing

I kilogram without weighin' a thing

Nigga you baitin' a king

Tell you the way that Golden State say to it's team

Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna play on the wing

[Andrea Martin:]

Dem a call me a murderer

I never duck, just spray

I'm a never miss mi aim

Dem a call me a murder

There's some truth in that saying

Dem a call me a murder

Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing

What I see, ayy

[Joe Budden:]

Look here, I just spit the facts, raging aristocrat

Shooters heard them words, wanna get rid of that

When they roll up, bet dude won't wanna live his raps

He'll see the 6 upside down and wanna switch it back

Wrath of a God sinner

I'm too real, I bet your star's tender

I bet a mil', I'll bet a star tender

But since the OG's Hov, here's what I wanna know

If ain't no real niggas allowed the fuck would I wanna go?

That's thinkin' back to Jay, now let's get back to Drake

Both too big to respond to all I have to say

Still with all their success and all their accolades

The universe makes it so they come right back to me

Here's a reminder that we go way back

I mean um, you know for me the kid is practice, Hova

I make these words flip as if they practice yoga

Okay practice over, back to Blacklist, Hova

Nothin' personal, this Red Reddington

Shawn, I don't work for you, still I'm doin' the work for you

Payback, wire his jaw, reimbursin' you

Metal all behind his face, Sprite commercial you

Might have made a mistake out of this one

Can't Bell Biv Devoe your way out of this one, nah

So, warn your damn campaign that hammers rang

I just bought a New Edition, you can't stand the rain

Y'all say this soft nigga hard and that, I can't explain

Y'all think he's soul for real, I see candy rain

So Aubrey when you sub real MCs, you get murdered

And since you signed to five guys, makes you a burger

[Andrea Martin:]

Dem a call me a murderer

I never duck, just spray

I'm a never miss mi aim

Dem a call me a murder

Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing

What I see, ayy

[Joe Budden:]

Real quick, I don't wanna talk too long. I think you misconstrued the boundaries of this relationship and this friendship. Which in return, has caused me to do the exact same thing. I don't understand how you niggas, and how you in particular, how you can fuck shorty and I dap you and say you a real nigga, and I critique your album and all of a sudden we sensitive. I don't understand how you new niggas work. Maybe I'm out of touch with the rules of today's society. I'm clearing all that. Now let me paint who I am before I allow another nigga to do it for me

I'm from the school of pussy don't get me punch drunk

Maybe it's different in the city you come from, look

I'm from the school of these hoes belong to everybody

No celeb exempt, goes for everybody

So when I seen you fucked shorty, not a bitter bone in me

I ain't think of how to handle the plan

Said I'm aware, have fun, understand that it's, fam

Told that to you and not her, that's just the man that I am

My nigga, kids got no respect

Odd cause you called me for the hoe check on every hoe you checked

That makes sense, bad bitches, that's what Joe do best

And I's the man 'round these parts when they ain't know you yet

Which kinda makes me your OG in Toronto

And I ain't charge once, that's for free in Toronto

I'm unsure how that came to be in Toronto

Nigga I don't even be in Toronto

When it rains it pours

All that means, dog, get please get a poncho

Subs fell short like a free throw from Rondo

So rude, he gay, so mean with all the Budden threats

As soon as we shoot at King, Demarcus Cousins' next

This shit is truly a movie

You started a trend bein' a groupie for groupies

Shit, I had Bria in the coupe and out her way

Before you ever wrote an interlude about her

So who you playin' with, clown

I'm first shift at the bars, so only means I already made them rounds

They say that he the best MC and best flow'er

He cook better than me but you love my leftovers

Fire the kill shot, the fire still hot

Word to your Versace velours that Kyra still got

You playin' chess with the chrome of the pump

Let it blast, checkered past, shoulda known from the jump

It's whatever you wanna roll, executives got your soul

Sedatives, I'm repetitive with those records, show for

Regular Joe, sellin' records was never the goal

I never sold records, I kept records of what was sold

Might have made a mistake out of this one

Day's long, can't Trey Songz your way out of this one

So don't worry yourself, and before I go

Fuck a record label, I appear courtesy of myself, Joe