Joe Budden

[fox69]

"N.B.A. (Never Broke Again)"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa & French Montana)

"N.B.A. (Never Broke Again)"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa & French Montana)



[Hook:]
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin'
Racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team
I should join the league
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
Cause bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin
I fuck her once, don't call her
My niggas gettin' that green, we in a different league
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Got so much money I got racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Bitch so much money my shit stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks
You see me smokin' and you know I got that pack, I got that sack
I got that O, I hit the club I lose control
I smoke that loud
I know the grower, ball like the owner
Hits this gin make things move slower
I'm never sober, roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school ride it sounds just like a newer motor
They're wondering how I get these mills,
And still live like a stoner, no other way
I get a 100k from each promoter or more than that
Hold up money, long it don't fold up,
Let me get some gin pour up, got some bomb weed roll up,
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game, they got it from us
I'm with my gang and my niggas go nuts
You talkin' money best believe I show up
And all the real niggas know us

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Talkin' money but walkin' funny, is it any reason ya'll starvin'
I spell bull and by spelling force
Do I really need to bag your part?
And my jersey say James I don't play games,
Like Bron when he in that Garden
And, wait I said that all wrong,
She don't need to rock when I put my hard in
My new nickname is just watch
Might not join might just watch
New yacht master just a watch
Doubten me I tell em just watch
Them diamonds yellow them beams are red
And them hands are tucked they don't show
Plus them shooters with me got the green light
So why the fuck you don't think they won't go?
Hold up, your chick traded post game
And no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
Cause I never be on that Elton Brand
It's YSL, she's fly as hell
Tell the come to go to my ride
You can't blame hoes ain't Peter Rose
Now she a thorne in my side
Grow up, P-R-P-S is over my Timbs
Way shorty blew me at it was only right I showed her my bench
Let my millions hit, when the fan hit
Spend all these bills on liquor
Fricken Jersey love is team
Still we got the realest niggas Joey

[Hook]

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Keep a bad bitch on my team
Got bout 5 ounce of that lean
My chain blue-ray on that screen
I spent two days countin that cream
Got bout five acres on my doorway
Your main bitch is my throw away
Got bout eight whips they brainless
My main bitch like shorty
Got my top down her hair out
Isolate and she clear out
Fast break my bread straight
One hand shake and I bail out
Hit streets corner bitches callin tell em break friend
Derrick Rose ballin bitch never goin broke again
[?] my shades
Clear ice they skate
Lebron James on that break
Real estate with that lake
Shootin from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"NBA"

"NBA"


Shoulda never put me on this beat
Okay, yeah, normal baller
We back on tizzy, on top
Jump Off, Dub B, Jersey
Stand up
GO!

Jump off you rap guys is a joke
I'm here to take the scoring title without the green light from my coach
Man, don't make me have to smack your lineup
I'm Michael Jordan y'all Harold Minor's that rap vagina
All black ski mask, gloves, tuck the thing
Drive slow, lights out like "I love this game"
I live this y'all paint that pic
And like Magic I'm starting to believe y'all dudes ain't that sick
Might see ya boy scooping up a bird to get knowledge
Number one draft pick and I skipped college
Snakes in the trenches I peep those, get injured
End up like Grant Hill on the bench in your street clothes
Talk about he real, how he quick with a glock
But like Kurt Thomas he ain't good for shit on the block
See the gleam from the shoes
Man, I don't mean to seem rude
Gunshots do you like Vancouver make your team move
(Let's Go!)

[Chorus:]
It's gone be the NBA never NBC (Yeah)
Rookie of the year slash MVP (Rap suckas, we back)
Never channel 4
We handle the 4
It's the number one draft pick (Yours truly)
Let your gat spit, nigga
[Repeat]

Can't treat me like a sucka
Gather up your five, man meet me at the Rucker
Put the heat to you fuckers
Half Man-Half Amazing with a clip in my boot
My 4-5 will make you "Skip To My Lou", think about it
Understand when I was younger I was all on my own
So when I said 3-2 I wasn't calling a zone
Nice truck, nice house and chain
I car jacked you like Shaq shooting a three man get outta your Range
This is regular hood shit
I put Don Cheaney under the arm and show him how to make a good nick
If you wack, you need to probably write
Either that or quit it, throw in the chair like you Bobby Knight
I work damn hard
But don't think I can't rob
Can't pitch, I still handle the rock like Shammgod
Still hurt you cowards
Still see me merking them Prowlers
And know they still call me Dirk in Dallas
I'm that nigga

[Chorus]

Man I kill lame queers
It still ain't clear
Never saving the tech like Bill Laimbeer
I got tools for rilly
With shells that make your temple hot and I ain't talking 'bout a school in Philly
I ain't a selfish player
Man, I help your weight up
Cuz only Riders in this game now is myself and Isaiah
Listen, you gettin dissed
While I'm screwing these miss's
I'm on cruise control you still moving your pivot
But I'll show you how mean this crook be
You and your dogs' like the Houston Comets, a team fulla pussy's
Creep
It ain't a game no more, it's a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off the court

[Chorus]

Game over!

 

[fox69]

"Never Again"

"Never Again"


[Talking]
Chea...Escape Route...its, its that on top music
Chea, talk to em, the top
Ohhh! ?? on the track
JOEY
It's ya man, holla at him

[Verse 1]
Now look, look, look, look
They say once you get to a certain age
At a certain point you hit a certain phase
Become hard to break out of certain ways
No matter how bad you tryin' to impersonate
So I promised, I swore
I start doin things that I aint never done before
Going against my core, I was sure my new chore
Would be to go and see some shit that I never saw
I.E, I swore that when I left man
I'd never say another word about a Def Jam
When you look at the big picture gotta figure that
No matter right or wrong they interpret the shit as bitter
Niggggas, they don't care its what they ask me
They don't care that I just answered this shit last week
And lastly, not a thing will slip past me
And most of these gangstas is bitches, ask apache
Nigggga

[Talking]
Uh uh uh, never
Uh, uh, never
Uh, talk to..., never
Nuh, uh, you already know
Never again
One quarter of the Slaughter

[Verse 2]
Yo yo yo
Modern day Hercules on the track
Even if it brings me to my knees
I still put Jersey on my back
I swore id never cheat cuz as hard as it made my girl cry (nigggga)
Man that day I felt my world die (nigggga)
Insensitive, so if you see me going through emotion
Most the time I'm going through the motions
I swore id never played or could but the CL so good
If I change my mind I'm going through it ghostin
Forgive me father, I swore I'd never lie again
But couldnt fight temptation, I had to try again
Swore I was done with vicodin 'til I changed my mind's mind
And convinced him it was harmless, just vitamins
I swore id never make another song
Contrived to conform to some shit that didnt belong
Orrrr, how about I never say never
If I start today, cant expect me to see something that far away

[Talking]
Nahimean? it aint tunnel vision or nothing like that
How the fluck...
Uhhhhh, uhhh
One more 'gain
How you sposed to see nothin?
You cant!
Its, its, its that amalgam music

[Verse 3]
Yo swore I'd never respond to haters
Honestly its draining
But on the other side its entertaining
Built a shield that would never let the pain in
Armed with an alarm to notify me if it came in
And some niggas say I'm changing
So I swore to never be with them even though I agree with em
For better or for worse like a wedding
You chillin with a chameleon, I just adapt to my settings
Take a momento, and see a man without a memory
I don't remember me, mentally in fact similarly
It's just me and my alter ego
Pardon us, swore to never dumb it down but fans wont smarten up
I swore it never be another Mood Muzik
Or it'd be a while, I ain't in the mood to do it
I helped the game do away with all the trash
Never live in the past, treat everyday like its my last motherfucker

[Talking]
Treat everyday like its ya last one
Tomorrow's not a promise!
Haha
Words of advice, words of wisdom
Its, its, its, that Amalgam music
Testing, haha
Just testing

 

[fox69]

"No Church In The Wild (Freestyle)"

"No Church In The Wild (Freestyle)"



Uh-ooooh
Uh-ooooh
Can I talk my shit again?
Just wonderin if I could talk my shit again
I had to do it
Couldn’t blame me
I had to

Y’all can threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it
One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it
Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno
Take away what we love we’d all be Joe Paterno
Reporting live from the city where they gun tote
Sober in the sauna full of blunt smoke
Y’all concerned with Drake and Common
Me? I’m concerned with niggas havin’ fake in common
Though I’m leading I don’t really know the path
But the future can’t be worse if you really know my past
Begged to be understood anytime I showed the wrath
But how could I expect third parties to know the half
Like, when the temp rises, but you the candle whip
Sorta like Kyle Williams out in candlestick
Err’body shouldn’t grab the hammer by the grip, shit!
Billy Cundiff couldn’t handle the kick, shit
They say I changed since stardom
Can’t share the same success, we ain’t share the same problems
So, got big just to show ‘em what the gym does
Nevermind shootin’ they ain’t show me where the gym was
That’s why I do a lot on spite
So if you, look up to me you got ‘em at the wrong height
I mean, I’m not a role model, I’m a piece of shit
A product of never being giving a piece of shit
Breaking day got the grind of a trucker
And my logic ain’t designed to intertwine with you suckers
Loaded 9 is a buffer, but no time for you fuckers
There’ll be bodies in the sewers when my minds in the gutter
Last night I had an epiphany
It wrote it in my rhyme book in calligraphy
I see so many people looking for validity
That’s the wrong search if what’s lost is dignity
I certainly have grown since Mouse
Chrome under the couch
But I’ll stomp his face to make it known what I’m about
If he on what he spout
Put my Nikes on his cheeks, and I ain’t foaming at the mouth! (get it?)
Reminded when I vent
Nigga God designed it, it’s in the print
Two memos for the spineless, ones repent
Second jewel, leaving my kindness as a strength, nigga!
No beef, no malice, not at all
I got no vendetta for y’all
I mean I only want better for myself
Sometimes I even want better for y’all
I swear, there’s no love in hip hop
Irony, not even on love and hip hop
Spacious closets, Persian rugs
Make sure I’m dressed at my best for the jerks that judge
Had a talk with my ex who knew for certain I was bugged
So I let the door slam feelin’ worse then I was
She said all I ever made her feel was hurt and disgust
Which in turn hurt cause that was my version of love, I care
Clear year, you need better resolution
It seems the chances we agree are forever ruined
You talking bout how, I’m talkin’ about execution
You talking bout now, I’m talkin’ about evolution
But better days gotta come
I’m a good amount of bad, right amount of so wrong!
And Heidi Klum left Seal, which only proves my point, shit can only be ugly for so long!
Slaughterhouse founder, can’t derail a captain
Ain’t enough niggas praying I feel for it to happen
Cause on both side of the coin you’ll get fed shells
In unison, hollow heads from red tails
I don’t wanna see your weapon
To keep me from what I’m destined
Some’ll see that as a blessin’
And my dudes swear they’ll keep me happily from harm
So I do the leg work they carry the arms
Check it, shawty I had over Saturday
Never act away, and squirt ‘til she over saturate
She go hard in the dark
No chains, but see I’m getting’ it, even when the cars in park, nigga!
The hood is on some bullshit
So it ain’t weird to see ‘em aiming at the pulpit
Fates are empty collection place, spirit in ruins
We used to a different type of communion
But guns take the place of the choir, tie up the the Pastor
If he scared can’t believe what he say ‘bout the life after
The stained glass is bullet proof
Sometimes a liars mouth can be full of truth
I done heard gospel from a sinner
Told me to season my pride if that’s dinner
Said there’s no human that walks without sin
So we should prob’ly call the gates make sure we allowed in
Joey!!!

 

[fox69]

"No Comment"

"No Comment"


[Intro:]
Uh-ohhhh, uh-oh
Uh-ohhhhhh! That on top, ohh!
Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too)
No comment, no comment
Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin
Jersey! That M.J. bullshit
Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look

[Verse 1]
Since the world don't revolve around me
(Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me
I'm the wrong one you wanna amp (why?)
Cause niggaz could get missin
like you straight out of LeBron's summer camp (ohh!)
Anytime the fed's see me
I tell 'em that the only thing FUCKERY here gets you an STD
My life, should be sold as a movie
From the (Slum dog) tryin to be a (Millionaire), no groupies
When did the civilians decide to be a thug?
Motivated by the hate (BUT) inspired by the love
Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic
Jackson 5, put your (Mike) in a casket
Let the fans gas you and tell you you're nice
Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life
For real, I don't think these dudes is spectacular
Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, nigga!

[Chorus:]
What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss
Don't know about THAT, but I know about this nigga
No comment (what) no comment (what)
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
No comment, y'all ain't gettin nothin from me
I said, no comment (what) no comment
No comment, I ain't got a comment

[Verse 2]
So I been called a snitch (BUT)
But I been called worse by better so let's skip over the lecture
That's a common lie (why?)
Cause if I ever call the cops it's only gon' be to report a homicide
How am I in beef? I walk about free
They only talk about YOU, when you talk about ME
So go ahead and act hard
And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard
So I'm supposed to put niggaz on a pedestal
for rappin 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don't ever do
You look stupid when you go there
Say I'm only hot online you ain't heatin up nowhere
SHOT-gun in SHOT-gun, ride right past ya
Windows down, got every right to blast ya
No wonder he thinkin he'll provide a disaster
Cause bitches keep tellin him that size don't matter (ta-ha)

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

Things niggaz say I don't mind it
Say they lost respect for me, who the FRUCK is askin you to find it?
This is me practicin censorship
Since the new definition of real nigga is sensitive
In his interview, say I'm askin for a hearse
But couple months BACK he was askin for a verse
Only hurts is the team used to bump you
Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you

[Outro - ad libs to the end]

 

[fox69]

"No Competition"

"No Competition"



Ain't no other girl quite like my type
Hair did, highlights is a highlight, thighs right
No need for a side slide
I might, make her my wife
Though she rendezvous with the night life
Got her home what's the splurging for?
Don't compliment her cause she heard em all
Who am I to kick the same ol' plain game furthermore
Lames made it so play, they don't work no more
And that's
Difficult with the way he real
Dead the new generation with my 80s feel
Be the one that can make me chill
Prototype
I don't even think they make em in the way she built
We can bring the sun up in the new york sky
If I talk fly on the walkby
Leave at halftime
2 with these seats sittin courtside, itll be that
You might even bring chivalry back
Talk 2 em

Watchin you
Watchin me
Next to you
On top of me

I can see
There's no competition
Competition
Competition
Baby there's just ain't no competition

Won't talk about them other broads they don't ever compare
You look mean but I never be scared
We can be surround by water with the wind in our hair
Though you dated ballplayers you ain't never been
(there is no competition)
Bet you ain't never pay general admission
I think she got the body of a hood stripper
Pay the check when it come, and a good tipper
Case you ain't never fuck with a good nigga
Bar in the living room full of good liquor
You been off with world, would figga
By a bunch of guys that just wanna good dick ya
Magnify ya life, make you look bigger
Just tell me if it's somethin that you could picture
If you ain't been anywhere that you wan' book trips to
That just mean that right dude ain't never stood with ya

We can put the top back
Have the seat drop back
Me touchin you there
You screamin 'stop that'
Watch that
I slow down
Than I speed up
You got em gettin
She don't need a surgeon in the world
She'll put a hurtin on the world
I'll make it my buisness
There's nothin more urgent in the world
Paper long so you never have a burden in this world
So while them other girls scream where the papes at?
I'm still trynna figure at where her waist at
Local to global, fuckin with a mogul
Finish prada, I ain't even gotta mold ya
She'll take the patron straight no chaser
I ain't gotta stalk her I ain't gotta go chase her
She the franchise far from a role player
Guess all I gotta do now is go face her

 

[fox69]

"No Idea"

"No Idea"


[Verse 1]
Look, I was always told you can't make it make sense don't trust it
So I'll be out the country with the phone off, fuck it
Grown from when I was dusted
But took something away out of every moment I suffered
So y'all can go on and judge it
There's a reason that I'm tellin baby girl she gotta practice patience
I plan on changing my ways I'm just procrastinating
Putting it off like I'll never be in a casket layin
With both my parents going crazy as the pastor's praying
Prideful, I don't even succumb when I'm defeated
All it do is get me mad, and I'm comfortable heated
I come from a family of drunks, I'm the one that succeeded
So nowadays I talk to God when nothing is needed
I'm sorry I don't speak the language of
Rappers in the closet, but they won't hang it up
I'm only trying to build what they attempt to destroy
We had a perfect game until it was Jim Joyce'd
Check it, what was once so majestic
Is now only adored by epileptics
I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can't accept it
But when something gives you nightmares, can you afford to recollect it
If you can just know them odds stacked
Airplanes ain't shooting stars, you can't B.O.B. that
I found out when discussing paper
Some will sell their soul and deal with the repercussions later

[Chorus]
With every curve they throw
Every shot that blows, I'm still here
It be the ones that's pretending to know that really have no Idea
I just let em all go ahead and speak my name
How far you gonna reach for fame
Go ahead and fuck up your career
I don't care, cause they have no idea

[Verse 2]
So sick it's livid, all pics are vivid
A stiff of being gifted, gotta be equipped to live with
His critics, misquote him and miss tidbits
So he's mislabeled, misunderstood, misfit'd
Anytime I was misinformed or misguided
I went and got advice from a dude that wouldn't apply it
And he'll give out that lesson for free
Without a grudge, but I keep the past present with me
So every morning on the wake up, and she's applying make up
I'm pondering all the different ways for us to break u
Women have a tendency to get fickle

Predictable, lie and say his dick little
It be the ones you could see yourself with forever
Giving you a lecture talking about you neglect her
Couple years in, the strip club will upset her
And she'll act like you ain't have them same habits when you met her
When you can't take her
You start dropping hints for her to read between the lines
But she'll act like Fantasia
It'll be so much to be said but no one will convey it
The relationship will be over but no one will say it
A doomed fate, living with who you'd soon hate
Ex life partners trying to co-exist as roommates
Once you go through it you'll believe it
And you'll never give a woman more than you'll want her to leave with

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
How can the fans think us rappers are invincible
Cant find anything about that logic that's sensible
I'm thinkin they should know better off of principle
To them we're action heroes, to labels we're Expendables
My old approach was apprehensible
Some started thinkin their 15 minutes of fame was extendable
They dont cherish the moment like they probably should
Once they star's submitted they act Hollywood
Gwapped up stacks to grip
Now you're being chauffeured in the back of whips, life style's immaculate
Out of touch with reality, I'll help you get a grasp of it
Success breeds change, but so does a lack of it
The homie's sending out subliminals,
Since you a failed rapper, failed criminal, four bars is the minimal
Since you ain't from the streets I'll help and tell you the way it works
Say a nigga snitching, I'm saying show me the paper work
I don't get why the inferior bother to diss me
Heart of my city, when I go take a part of it with me
I think god will understand that was part of my misery
So instead of "father forgive me" it's "father ya dig me?"
Spectated just to see if I'd get checkmated
Less progress brings less hatred which would segue it
I learned the hard way somethings are better kept sacred
Fail at given em your all, you'll just be left naked

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"No Love Lost (Outro)"

"No Love Lost (Outro)"


[Intro:]
Mic check, mic check 1-2 1-2
Made a lot of mishaps, lot of mistakes, lot of missteps
Grown shit though, is when you can recognize that
And I recognize that, and real recognize that
Talk to em...

[Verse 1:]
Last word, check it, unbeatable force, insurmountable object
Bull should've known better than counting me out, I'm from the projects
So if I ever do it for greed, indeed something is wrong
Prepare for the future, remember I used to get heat from the oven on
They wanted to see Budden gone, fiend'd out on sour
But nobody helped put Budden on, had to bring my own power so
I'm having a private party, that only myself attends
And if the DJ plays the song to my soul, it'll give itself a cleanse
They telling me all the pain I ever felt was self-infringed
But I had help from friends, one even held the syringe
Architect of my own path, I'd like to think it's designed the best
Defied the odds, I never aged while giving time a test
No niggas on house arrest, I'm on a minor rest
You trying to call me or text me, don't even bother, I'm trying to give mine a rest
I got a treasure but it's content is invisible
Was filled before with shit that I thought I treasured, but made me miserable
My affairs together, here forever, yeah I'm back to work
Learned in order to lose love, probably gotta have it first

[Verse 2:]
My life's a crap shoot, my dice are loaded, ain't no stopping me
Most interesting man, a hard place is between a rock and me
I'm torn within, and my eyes are heavy
I'm born again, just means I died already
Means I survived already, so fuck they want with me?
World been against me so long, misery hates my company
Isolated my whole life, not many know who Joseph is
In order to reciprocate love, you gotta notice it
Gotta recognize it, gotta feel it first
Gotta be let inside it, feel it's hurt and then kneel to it's worst
If you contain it, don't hide it, gotta reveal it first
And when you think you hit rock bottom, gotta feel it worse
Or, my rule book is just dated
And for you to truly appreciate it, you gotta at least be hated
Mama I made it, if anyone know my way was hard
They prayed for my Downfall on deaf ears, I was praying to God
So God, I loved love till it resented me
And if it's still a stranger, then I love who it pretends to be

[Outro:]
No Love Lost
No love found
They found a little bit though
I don't know where they found it out, but it was there
So I guess the moral of the story,
Is as you mature, so will it
Just gotta find it
One...

 

[fox69]

"Now I Lay"

"Now I Lay"


I'd like to welcome everybody, to the Padded Room

[Joe Budden]
Uh, pump it up, you came to get it crunk
A dame to get her drunk, you came to get it on
That's when it all got started (I mean)
Back then I wasn't so cold-hearted (c'mon)
With every stanza came an extravaganza
For every question he got one less answer
I was tryin to be more than cool
Now it was before that, maybe boardin school
That was back when I would wanna danger myself
Maybe it was just to entertain myself
I don't need help, I could change myself
Fuck y'all, I ain't gotta explain myself
Just around the corner, I can hear footsteps
Then we can get on the only nigga in the hood left
So child that ain't listenin ain't mine
For 28 years been a prisoner of the mind am I

[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Now I lay me down to sleep
(And I) I pray the Lord my soul to keep
(If I) If I should die before I wake
(Then what?) I pray the Lord my soul to take
(I mean) Now I lay me down to sleep
(And I) I pray the Lord my soul to keep
(If I) If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

[Joe Budden]
Look, welcome everybody into greater of self but claim center
Even when he can win that nigga won't surrender
Bull's fault, put the wheels in motion
I felt every emotion except devotion
Message in a bottle in the bottom of the ocean
But I can't swim, damnit I can't win, uh
So I don't care how you rate me
It'll take a long time to evaluate me
So if, this be the last time you hear me (nigga)
Just know I got a loved one near me (nigga)
Please don't cry, let her eye get teary
A nigga good, finally I'm somewhere care-free
Past is frightenin but the future's scary
And I'm, gettin to the point that I fear me
In a class all alone, don't compare me
But I, blame God, this is where He steered me
I mean

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Look, they tell me the eyes is the windows to a man's SOUL
What you happen to see a nigga can't con-TROL
... And I've turned a deaf ear
to any nigga, anybody that'll get my head clear
Why shake the dice if you never gon' roll 'em?
I told 'em that the straight jacket can't hold him
I ain't psycho, don't belittle me now
It's just a title cause they couldn't figure me out
If you give a damn when shit hits the fan
Please know anything I ever did a nigga planned
Tryin to better, high as ever
As I learn how to lie to a lie detector
Still I'm damaged
Say if you stay in that boat long enough you see where the land is
So I'm right where I need to be
Please believe it, believe it please
Let's get on our knees

[Chorus]

[Outro: Joe Budden]
One mo' 'gin, c'mon...
Follow me, let's go
OHHHH!
One mo' 'gin, OHHHH!
Mic check one-two one-two
Can anybody hear me?
Soul to keep, if I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to - uh
Follow me c'mon, uhh, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Now Or Never"

"Now Or Never"


[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