Joe Budden

[fox69]

"Invisible Man"
(feat. Emanny)

"Invisible Man"
(feat. Emanny)



(And you know why his name is On Point 'cause he on point pussy)

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, cheah
Ah, ah, ch-cheah
Taha
Ah, ah, ah
Goin, goin, go

[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
As we continue on
The name of this joint right here is called Invisible Man
Featuring Emanny, shout to Chemo on the beat
Shout to mixtapekings.com

[Chorus - Emanny - w/ ad libs]
Can anybody out there hear me? I feel like my voice is lost
'Cause I know the whole World can't see me, close to just fallin off
But with everything I am, I still find a way to stand and keep movin
While I'm here so strong and still, like I'm invisible

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
With the phone off, near a withdrawal
Got a paranoia problem, so I'm known to keep a trigger round y'all
B.I.G. told me they be prayin for a nigga (Downfall)
I'm vacationin on a beach with no sand (and, oh!)
Tryin to check the time on a clock with no hands (what else?)
Feel like I'm gettin close but I'm nowhere near it (AH!)
I touch it but don't feel, listen but don't hear it (OH!)
Starin out a project window under mad stresses
Me and my mental got two different addresses
One's national, Trump International, rational
One is still stuck on the Avenue (oh)
If you don't understand, fine (but my)
My body's playin hinds with the mind, tryin to escape a landmine
Revamped, designs I search but can't find
Recant times when the future was a tan line (oh!)
Damn, shit was much brighter then
Now it's just vitamins mixed in with Vicodin
If they gonna set you up to lose, why try to win?
'Cause a scar don't stop nothin on a Viking's skin
So niggaz can come after me
Even "Intelligent Hoodlums" become Tragedies (they become tragedies)
I move in silence, the Jadakiss of Jers (why?)
So when it come to Benjamins I don't say a word, ya heard?

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
See I can ball in the cufflinks
Step out, tear down the party and the club scene
But I think it's obscene, the lifestyles of the rich and shameless
I pick anonymity over being famous
From the start, even if they don't see it, I play a part
Rather than sell a record, rather do it from the heart
I rather put me before y'all
I know niggaz might call it self-centered, I call that bein smart
So I stand behind mics, not even worried about the limelight
That'll manifest when the time's right
If I was Kanye, I wouldn't have these problems (but then)
But then I'd have Kanye's problems (cheah)
Blessed with everything they ever fronted on the planet
But loot's the only thing I ever wanted on the planet
Back on that canvas, just lost my bandwidth
Granted, I'm a always counter, granite
I been where you tryin to go, the God said it
So eggin me's not strong-minded, it's hard-headed
Thought I was on the right route, tacklin the game
'Til they handcuffed my mouth, put the shackles on my brain
Popular stranger, gone but still here
Handicap my career, I put it in a wheelchair
Let's keep the deal fair, nothin but real here (so!)
Amazed after all these years I still care, it's weird

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[DJ On Point - talking over Chorus (echo)]
Shout to Amadu, Junior
My nigga Mitch Mitchell out in Vegas
DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3

 

[fox69]

"Just To Be Different"

"Just To Be Different"


[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
(Going... going... gone)
Look, look, look...
See, I don't trus' no one (talk to 'em)
So stubborn -
I could dream a thousand paths, wake-up an' walk a ol' one.
(Why?) An' I follow wherever it take me
Insteada' wherever the crew go like Traylee.
They see distinguished
I see a nigga erasin' that fine line between crazy an' genius.
Got the jewels out, see 'em on my Colorado shit (but...)
I'd rather put the suit on an' not follow it. (Look)
Ay'thing is perception, (I mean...) ay'thing is deception (but...)
When niggas fuck wit' 'em 'cause I be the exception
(Look) I got a warm reception way before any song hit
I think too outside of the box ta' be cornered
(I'm) Too real ta' be fickle
Grounded, but too fly ta' meet a nigga in the middle
Too big ta' be belittled.
Wise way beyond my years, here's the motto of a manchild:
Why try ta' fit in when you a standout?

[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, you in that mood yet?
Why not?
Look...
They said I had ta' make music that would have the kids feinin'
Screamin', make nuttin' wit' a meanin'
(But..) I ain't know the meanin'.
They told me go Hollywood
For a split-second thought I prolly' could
But pollee on, would I be understood?
Tol' me even if you not able ta' cop cable
Ay'time you hit the club you better have a table.
Tol' me they would take me out my worse
Tol' me "image is everything"
(So I...) Tol' 'em I'd obey my thirst (whoa!)
Tol' me do what'chu gotta or what'chu on
Hit the scene, make it rain -
I told 'em I'm already in the storm.
Ay'thing's in an uproar (whoa)
They tol' me front, I said what for? (I mean whoa)
Said it again, I said, fuck y'all!
I won't succumb to all the stereotypes
Won't sacrifice me for what the stereo hypes.
They tol' me get in where you fit in -
This is what's in demand now
(So I...) Tol 'em why try ta' fit in when you a stand out?

[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
Yo...
I understand some's off 'bout me, but nuttin's forced 'bout me
I never gave a fuck of what a nigga thought 'bout me.
(Oh!) I look down upon what some see as a must
Maybe I'm regular an' the World needs to adjust.
I mean I'm everyday people, hood, but still formal
I'm normally abnormal, takin' life as a lesson.
I'll leave the past in the past, Tomorrow's not promised
An' Today's just a gift, I guess that's why it's the present.
Did I outgrow me or shit jus' didn't stick
The baggier my jeans, the more shit didn't fit.
(But I!) Didn't quit, inspired by hate, even wit' homeless
When you a star you already down wit' The Joneses.
My thoughts outloud - (I mean...)
Sometimes if the leader walks slow enough, he fuck aroun' gets lost in the crowd
But he ain't gotta speed-up, ay'thing'll plan out (why?)
'Cause they'll spot'chu from far when you a standout.

[Hook x2: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different

 

[fox69]

"Killa BH Skit"

"Killa BH Skit"


[Killa BH:]
It's...

It's...

It's what (oooo)

It's that Killa BH muuusic,

(Nahh son, nahh, ain't NO way this mixtape going down with out me baby,
it's ya boy Killa BH baby, yeaa son, I got that new crack, you wanna hear it? here it goes...)

Brandon's name ring bells from coast to coast,
Chicks dig me, cause my skin 's the color of toast,
You can come around my way, see me on the block,
My pant leg 's rolled up, with some yellow tube socks,
You see my L.A. gears, you see my Voltron shirt,
You feel the pen, you turn blue like the cartoon smurf,
You better make sure ya geico paid, Killa BH heat up like a mothafuckin MICROWAVE, WOOOOOOoooooo!,

It's over, it's a wrap baby, no one's stopping me baby,
I'm goin' to tha top, Atlantic Records, Sony Records,..
ButterFly Records,.. I don't care where it is baby, sprinkle fairy dust on it, it's a wrap...
Are you in those shoes yet? !

 

[fox69]

"Last Day"
(feat. Juicy J & Lloyd Banks)

"Last Day"
(feat. Juicy J & Lloyd Banks)



[Verse 1:]
Look, look – these niggas lied to me way back
Said this is where my buck stop
Ride, ride by in that fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
You won't ever see these jeans sag
You'd think so, with this tough glock
And any nigga wanna go bar-for-bar
Know I'm always with that club hop
This your shit, y'all don't know shit
Them hoes you with is just average
This four spittin' that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch
So don't be the first to get it
My life is like a movie and your bitch deserve the credit
I just stood there and directed
She just did what I expected
Doin' me but you do me too
I'll be me, my nigga, you be you
I guess that men can be groupies too
Recognize a winner – live like a born sinner
Catered dinners, finna have a pool party in the winter
Finna skinny dip, bitch, fuck them drawers
Her brains are killer and I love her more
Since my head got a price on it
She come through and just suck it off
So if you scared, get a weapon
Everyday a nigga live he's prepared for Armageddon

[Hook:]
When they call me to them gates and they ask me how I lived
I feel I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs
Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
But nah, I don't regret a fuckin' thing I ever did
So I spend like it's my last day
Club like it's my last day
Ride like it's my last day
Fry like it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day
Fuck boys wanna blast me
This might be your last day
But it won't be my last day

[Verse 2:]
Mottos by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin' up some green
Blowin' on a blue dream
My life is like a movie and your bitch just made a scene
Me and your bitch just made a scene
Wake up and I smoke somethin'
After that, I poke somethin'
Bet she bad with a fat ass
Beat it up like she stole somethin'
Fuck two times then I roll somethin'
Can't no nigga do it like me
All my chains is icy
All my clothes is pricy
In Louis Vuittons, no Nikes
I'm Nino Brown, you Ice T
Snitchin' equals dead bodies
Snitchin' equals dead bodies
Nigga caught a death wish, think he caught me slippin'
I don't play that bull, boy
I shoot like Scotty Pippen

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I'm dressed up with my sport keys
My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves
Wanted man when I toss seeds
All my bitches crossbreeds
These big faces talk Gs
I lace my H's, walk free
I'm V-Sixin' in V-Twelves
Ninety-three is my horse fee
Life's a bitch I figured I'd bone
Smoke this weed while I get a little dome
Black star when it's all said and done
Gotta put my name in the middle of the road
Open boxes, a pair a day
Mine don't come in pearl yet
Got a party out in the UK
I'm a hit them hoes with my Euro step
Insomniac, gotta live my life
Where's the pie? Gotta get my slice
I hommie shit, where's the body bag?
Kiss my Maserati ass
Two thick queens in a king's suite
Gettin' energized off thin sleet
I let all my AKAs hit
They thought I was ten deep
Miss waitin' on me get a hundred dollar tip
Pray to God, heard my number and I hit
Choose me, girl, make 'em come in for the chip
When you doin' good all the summers go quick
Trust nobody, got thunder on the hip
Shotty in the crib, don't start no shit
Bad chick, ass and her stomach don't fit
Know your lane, don't come with no lip

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Lower"
(feat. Young Chris)

"Lower"
(feat. Young Chris)



I tell her, sooner or later this club gon’ close
And you’ll be looking for something to do
She’ll be looking for somewhere to go
Sooner or later this club gon close
I’m the nigga you gon wanna see
Time the nigga you gon’ wanna know

[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
Look, face is incredible, amazing
Had to notice as I passed on the way in
Gave her, she crashed where I was staying
I then had to tell her, relax we aint dating
Can’t get the hotel suite with the fire place
Without Serena legs and the Maya waist
Good hair and skin like she should model more
Drunk off of shots so what would I buy the bottle for
In a Jaguar, she a couger only came her for the hoopers
Still a nigga brought the ruger
He aint got no idea that I’m surrounded by them shooters
Never know if I’ma have to treat ‘em like he an intruder
Now back to the shawty though, she say it’s natural
Lipo scarred but its covered by a tattoo
Bounced on the girlfriend, they aint even mad at you
What they even mad at though, yeah I like that attitude

[Hook]
Now cut the lights down just a little lower
Just a little lower [x3]
Grab her by the thigh and get her to come closer
Let her feel a gun size in the holster
Then fill her glass to the top she too sober
Cut the lights down just a little lower
Then hit the corner, something I gotta show ya

[Young Chris - Verse 2]
Ride so clean where the fuck is my roof
Somebody girl gon gettin’ fucked in my coupe
No chain drippin’ lets give ‘em the Cartier
Ride up to the club we brings the party here
Where them hoes at, try to fuck something
New toya, bout to buck something
Know the haters out, gotta tuck something
Cant get the gun in the club I gotta cut something
Only pretty girls, no duck huntin’
It’s that time of the what? Bitch suck something
Straight shots, peach Ciroc and I’m off
Before you know it, the party be in the house
Get up on that, get up in that
Open wide girl, get ya chin back
My type of bitch yeah, where you been at
Lights way too bright you gotta dim that

[Hook]

[Joe Budden - Verse 3]
Shape, she should be on a poster
She get it in, a little jack, a little soda
And I’ll take it from the pole to the sofa
Send her back out with her pussy all re-upholstered
Shawty bad though, I’m talking dumb fine
All I need to do is hit it one time
Bet I be the nigga she gon wanna confine
Try to bring the cuffs out, now I’m feeling confined
I aint chase her, other niggas fought hard
You thinks its scarier, marry her, courtyard
Me I beat it up, take the assault charge
Marks all over her body like a report card
I need a witness, come and look at all of that
Say she been around, I ignore pass
My bread is my bread I wont support her ass
All that mean is theres no rings in the forecast

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Ma Ma Ma"
(feat. 112)

"Ma Ma Ma"
(feat. 112)



[112 + (Joe)]
112! (Jump off!)
Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)

[Verse One: Joe Budden]
You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life
Don't mistake my talkin modest
Still put you in the wide bedroom with the walk-in closet
Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter
Ex-man never had you feelin that fly
Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
New school your neck, take that herringbone off
Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan
System old school, play 'em and had 'em
We makin it happen, oh yeah

[Chorus: 112]
Turn this off for a minute
We can do freaky things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"

[Verse Two: Joe Budden]
Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
They already know they gotta pay for they meals
Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate
When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)
Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin
"La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look
Private party, it's just me, you
and the new India.Arie, you won't be sorry
Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley
Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Joe Budden]
Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
I need dat in my life, a G might cry
But you the only one that ever get to see that side
Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
We can take baby steps, that may be the best
Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you
If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is
Ready to take things a little mo' serious
Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?
Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons
Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen
Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin

[Interlude: 112]
Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
Let me get the chance, I can show you more
Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out
"La la-la la, la la la la"
If I could, wife you out, ride this out
You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
I could show you what this life's about
I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"

[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs]

[Joe Budden]
This is the type of shit right here, listen
You gotta go to the car wash on this one
Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
Take it to the car wash
Don't just get the exterior joint neither
We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint
And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview
So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside
Ha ha! Ayy..

 

[fox69]

"Momma Said"

"Momma Said"


[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.....

 

[fox69]

"Money's On Me"

"Money's On Me"



I'm the best that ever did it,
Shoe in for the race,
But I'm turning blue in the face,
I been holding my breath,
waiting on the rest of yall to get it,
then your whole perception of who you view as a legend,
till probably change,
so its probably best they don't admit it,
they wont televise the revolution,
I figured out a solution,
All you need now is the net to be a witness,
Positive if you want to test him for the sickness,
You'll be begging for forgiveness,
Meanwhile I push the pedal on the stick shift,
Metal on the misfit just in case its ever on,
CRACCCCCCCK, anything my breath is on,
And if you misunderstood that get Rosetta Stone nigga,
If you thinking Ima respond to you, no I wont,
They say the devil wears Prada, no I don't,
Into the art and my passion for the bars,
More then fashion its a mindstate that other stars lacking.

If you and your team get bread, why hate
You're not getting it, tell me why is there a wait,
I'm talking to everybody in the tri-state,
That's New York, Connecticut, my state,
Whatever hip hop has turned into is different than my mental,
I let yall continue with the minstrel,
et cetera, me I'm just a replica,
Of what two turntables a mic by a cold park bench do,
Stop it frauds, cant mock it cos its raw,
I'm the closest thing to cardboard boxes on the floor,
Anytime the track is up, jail cells acting up,
Living room bagging up, subway tagging up,
And niggas say I lost my mind,
I know where to locate it if need be, believe me,
On Pandora with the rest of my kind,
Now you owe cause I invested my time

When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you

Its a mans sport, damn yall the shows here,
Yall can camcord, backpacker without the Jansport,
Tight jeans, weird style, I don't rap politics,
Socially aware, but I rather not acknowledge it,
Sneaking in dorms, but wasn't on no college shit,
How they think I'm crazy, what I'm showing them is moderate,
You damn right I talk a lot of shit (why?)
Cos I don't mind playing dodgeball with hollow tips,
No success having, living off old times,
In 010 you dragging that old shine back from 09,
I don't get you, every interview my dick in your mouth,
I wasn't that blessed when I was with you,
Why they wanna make c4 ignite,
Benzino called him weird, he couldn't be more right,
Too busy trying to do what you incapable of,
Time is money when it comes to mine take it in blood

When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you

New year, same old, bad broad, waist hot,
Burner staying on his own waist high,
Rumours fall by the way side,
They try but til I may die,
Best rapper in the whole world til the day I,
Take em to the cleaners,
I make sure there's a nina
In arms reach of every locker at all the arenas,
Ice cold, not hot, never buzzed, has been,
Wanna be, never was, mask on, leather gloves,
Niggas ain't shit, how the fuck is they a threat to us,
Start the fight, next minute screaming out they set us up,
All the blogging ain't solving a thing,
Niggas wouldn't want a problem if they knew what it'd bring,
While the light on his tunnel keep dimming, Ima keep winning,
Rookie of the year, about a buck what up B. Jennings,
Pointing guns online don't let me know whats real,
Sometimes silence is the best overkill.

When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you

 

[fox69]

"More Of Me"
(feat. Emanny)

"More Of Me"
(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…

 

[fox69]

"My Time"

"My Time"


[Intro:]
The alternate route is a long one
But ultimately, in the end, it gets you to the same exact destination
Yes sir, the journey's been long
And the wins have been short
But today, none of that matters

[Verse 1:]
The time is now, zoom, get close
The ego is gone, the room is for growth
But talent is there, the feeling is new
I mean, bottom is gone but the ceiling is too
I was higher than Whitney, headed toward the top again
Everything I write crack, like it's with a Bobby pen
But it's more than what you hear in a song
The wings are extended, the fear is gone
Hold up, the clips are loaded, safety is off
The business is in the black, I ain't taking a loss
Hold up, standards are high, hoes never hold out
The touring is cool, the shows always sold out
The foes are mad, but fuck it no one else cares
The kicks are custom, you'll never see em elsewhere
The stakes are high, the risk is crucial
And they love to hate me, but I love it when they do too

[Hook:]
I've been waiting here for so long
Gotta take what's mine
Since time will never wait
Who am I stand up fate?
It's my time, it's my time, it's my time

[Verse 2:]
Look, I've been hurt, I could pull up scars
Now the earth is my pull up bar
The journey was long, the roads were slim
Though I thank God today, I probably owe it to sin
Streets were hungry, I was torn apart
Even though them jails were cold, they warmed my heart
Was living the worst, but prayed for the best
Ain't have a thing given to me, had to rape success
Had to be used for approval, had to use whatever was useful
Had to act old even when youthful
Money don't make me, that ain't what I kill for
Cause I was richer than I'd ever been, and was still poor
Some never thought he would propel
Some talked to me just to speak to themselves
Some broke their arm, all while reaching for wealth
So when you come into the game, make sure you leave with yourself

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
We all got demons, a few I rivaled
Looked em in the eye, and they became suicidal
They thought it couldn't happen, they were too prideful
His head's an ornament on the wall as proof I survived you
Bills were high, money was low
Strip club was popping, wasn't money to go
Going nowhere fast, but drugs was a one stop
Couldn't shine selling that tan, I had my son blocked
Now I'm on acres, in a house, with a loft
The women are foreign, their blouses are off
It's a whole new me, I redefined my style
And since yesterday's gone, I guess the time is now

[Hook]