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[Intro: Joe Budden] I hear what nigga's sayin'. Nigga's gonna' talk to me like... Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on. When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit. Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach. You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Look here, Look, look... I get a ghetto gospel Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile. Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my highstool; That's what bein' high do. If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote. 'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents An' all the shit we did The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is. Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason? At times I had ta' take doe Nigga did whatever for a peso Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat. A can it be, 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy Maybe I was prone to fallin' in love wit' vanity Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow Tell God I'm better than the shit I show I gotta grow, c'mon. [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Whoa... Now look... Now niggas say I floss too much So... has he changed? 'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much. All they should say is that he strong Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on Lu Vuitton carry on. [??] wit' my blessing's at a delay Now ta' lace my chick in [??] is sorta' cliché. Plane ain't gonn' ever land, less it's in the Netherlands Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band. Ask for a better hand I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran That'll make me less a man. I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate. Some niggas get complaints an' why... Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly. If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride. Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high! [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3] Look, look, look... Part of me was gruesome I ain't changed, I grew some An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come. Dudes that smoked trees wit' me Dudes that used ta' be wit' me They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty. 'Cause I don't burn it down But to me it's commonsense - You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'. Show 'em your game face - I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race. Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate. So don't say I went from broke ta' booshie I'm far from highend I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka. [Hook] |
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