Anti (Prod by Young McFly)-Joe Budden

歌手 : Joe Budden

专辑 : Escape Route

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:38

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TXT Anti (Prod by Young McFly)-Joe Budden 文本歌词

Anti (Prod by Young McFly) - Joe Budden

I ain't the social type

Joey

Nah mean

I ain't with all the congregating

F**k niggas

It's It's It's that 0-9

Hey yo I can't lie spent a few years

Trying to under stand why

When how is it now I'm so anti

Face asked if you've ever seen a man cry

I think before that sh*t

Ain't even pan right

So I don't look at rap dudes

Like you fans might

Rude it's true excuse I got a slant eye

Regard it's my security guard that's why

I'm walking around feeling like I can't die

Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (ME)

And I'm chasing it (OR) am I facing it

(NI**A) No past I'm erasing it

I'm an addict got a habitual habit

And I don't avoid voids

Good at substitution replacing sh*t

I'm just trying to find my place with sh*t

Pacing quick I ain't go no patience with

Niggas dead can't speak they mind

What the f**k they got a mouth for

Me I'm so full of rage

So used to being caged

I probably shouldn't be outdoors

Everybody so scared of the truth

Look in my eyes an stare at the truth

They doing interludes and every interview

Talking about there prepared

To shoot (bom bom)

I'm thought fool I'm resort

To getting near a booth

They awful what I do to them unlawful

Boss dude ain't got a high up to resort to

Just giving yourself a bad name

Yackidy yack the threats in fact is that lame

You can't tell that axe arranged

Think I'm wearing a bulls eye

Just all them cats got bad aim I'll explain

I'm past real they past phony

Ignore the personal an physical attacks on me

I remain cool relaxed homie

Brand new I ain't got a scratch on me

So what your squad gonna do

Lay a hand on me I'll lay a hollow on you

Change hands stab his pockets

Run his wallet on thru

Every club in new york ni**a bottles on you

Better tell them what reluctance is

I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances

Soon as he thru I'll show

Him what substance is

Know I'm nicer when I'm toasted

I'm only rubbing it in (NI**A)

You got beat up ignored in school

Signed a deal niggas thought you was cool

Only take one goner to slaughter

Your crew (SLAUGHTERHOUSE)

If your resume got deaded today

They'd call you a fool (HOW BOUT THAT)

All them years rapping nothing else happening

You need a new day to day

Old heads in the game with no

Other way to get paid

Gasping timeout take a break from

The play or grab a Gatorade

Bad contract team can't make a trade

Majors f**king you in the a** you

Gonna stay a slave

Five-Nine in my ear saying hey behave

But sh*t is f**ked up and i blame

It on the way it was paved

I chill for the sake of your age

You great live but let me know

When that stage get appraised

All in raising the stakes

Swear you and your label should prayeth

Thank God I was placed in

This decade by mistake

I don't belong here dad f**ked

Mom in the wrong year

Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears

Wrong advancing funny sounds every songs weird

Wrong fashion it's like everybody's gone queer

Be clear I ain't here to be fronting

You can dislike me I ain't here to pretend

Run but you can't hide I can't lie

Told niggas in the first two bars I was anti

Leave me running

Joey

No wonder wheres an escape route

When you need it

Talk to 'em