[Verse 1]
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They say the World's coming to an end, homie I don't care
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Bullet proof in my closet that I don't wear
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Niggas talk behind my back as if I won't hear
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Back against the ropes like I won't dare
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Bitch I don't tear
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I know too many niggas facin' 25 to life
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I know too many ain't make to 25 in life
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Too many look up to me, I'm who they idolise
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No soap opera I ain't your guiding light
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Worry bout my car and the kit, wattup Michael Knight
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I bared my all, you would think I'm bout to die tonight
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I'm tryna not to get stuck, lifestyle of a Trojan
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It mean I'm tryna not to get fucked, wattup!
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[Hook]
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World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
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I'll be in the front row when it all implodes
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(I don't have to tel you thinks are bad)
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(Everybody knows things are bad. it's a depression)
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I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
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I'ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes
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[Verse 2]
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They say the World's coming to an end
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I find it funny cause mine is just beginning
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Mind is full of women, mines like a rollarcoaster
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But I slow up the ride
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Then they feel sick to they stomach
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But all they could throw up is pride
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You talking bout a recession that I cordially ignore
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Fuck a dollar if you morally poor
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R R R all of your gonna see is royalty ?
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Nevermind income, spoil me with loyalty
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It's too many fake niggas not enough real
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There's too many emcee's, not enough deals
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Too many broke, when there's too many bills
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Too many ways to attain wealth, fuck the poor economy
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Blame yourself
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Guess we can't all leave the hood just rapping
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And say society is twisted like it just happened
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Nigga, I call bogusness so if you fucked up
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Probably cause you just noticed it
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[Hook]
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World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
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I'll be in the front row when it all implodes
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I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
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I'ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes
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[Verse 3]
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They say the World's coming to an end
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Now everybody got a complaint
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Everybody tryna live like they some kind of saint
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Only nigga not tryna be something I ain't
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That ain't the picture I paint
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And if I did it'd be ?
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Life's a bitch, I'm fully ready to meet her
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I'll be in my best fit, I'ma have the fresh caesar
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Since I'm eager, be in the room, dusting off the heater
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Have a fully loaded forty pointed at her when I meet her
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? gunpoint, bitch don't tempt me
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Force her eyes open, looking vacant, empty
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No wonder that they shower me with hatred and envy
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I've picked the wrong nigga couldn't make it against me
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Fuck ya healthcare, health scare
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Even though I'm well aware
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Counting down til I pull the trigger, like hell yeah
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I be the last time you impose
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Legs crossed with my cig lit
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Now watch it all implode!
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[Hook]
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World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
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I'll be in the front row when it all implodes
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I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
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I'ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes
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When It All Implodes
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Joe Budden |