[Joe Budden]
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Time goes by
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Puffing on lie
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Hopping that it gets me by
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Got a nigga going crazy
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[DJ On Point]
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We call this on e ventilation
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Some niggas wanted to kill me
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Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
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Picture me getting bumped for a silly hand off
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The bullpens fucked up just as Willie Randolph See
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I could pop a few nickel plated glocks to
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It's easier to kill niggas than it is not to
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I let the pot grew
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Then the plot grew
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It the labels job to label you don't fit it and they'll drop you
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Finally made a move on something I been saw
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Sometimes you got to lose the fight if you trying to win the war
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I'm focused on tomorrow
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I'm done seeing my friends in the rearview thing we really closer than we are
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Fuck the record label
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No relation or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
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How you sit so long when you spew classics?
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I tell niggas I can't understand it "that's blue magic"
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The rap game as is either you on some snap shit
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Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is
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I hear niggas joints and take it personal WHY
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Now everybody want to spit about their personal lives
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Before that was none existent
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Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to cause friction
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Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad Karma
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What her past the somber maybe I attract drama yeah
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Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit
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Just adding some salt and pepper to reality while
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Other artistes is obsessed with more toys
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Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there lost boys
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Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going
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Left the benz at the dealers till the kit was on
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I don't feel niggas songs
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So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on ratches that's the tip I'm on
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Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
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Calling god a bastard
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Calvin look way different in person then they had him looking in his casket
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I'm looking in his casket like he had no face
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I was at a lost for words like fiasco gate
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So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
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And realized "I DON'T EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
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My soul akin trying to stay low maintains
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I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no patience
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I done made the ave hot
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Been had as stab shot
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Waiting on my jackpot
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Always been a have not
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Always been an under dog little guy still try
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Cause I think I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
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Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a fine line
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Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time, time
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Give me a sign kind of shock he won't
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See I want another baby but my pockets don't
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Normally that wouldn't bother me
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Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the lottery
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Young black and shameless
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Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second language
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Why do I entertain it
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Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change shit
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Wind up igging each other for the whole week
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It's a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you
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We been rocking for years you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
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Not a cheater on occasion still fuck a bitch
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Who knows why maybe just to be covered
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I'm me she her we both had enough of it but won't leave
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We the only ones who put up with it
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In all areas its like my stocks crashing
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Wishing all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
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Trying to be tasteful
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Not mad or hateful
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Ventilation
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Joe Budden |