Spring Training-Joe Budden

歌手 : Joe Budden
专辑 : Mood Muzik 4.5
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:40

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TXT Spring Training-Joe Budden 文本歌词

Artist:joe budden
Songs Title:spring training
We gonna need more than a block we monopolizing
Nah I'm not rapping I'm prophesizing
Quite simply seat back diamond white Bentley
Approach it I might empty since I never gave a F**K
Ain't nothing you can say that might offend me
Not when only reason shorty's in the ride is to me
When you do a little better they begin to hate ya
So I keep animals with me it's just in my nature
If you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make ya
You just keep hearing what's coming from them incinerators
But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it
Me I been to hell and back the sh*t is over rated
But every day could be your last so if trouble met me
He'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys
You want a crash course Know the damages
I promise y'all that if I got high I'd smoke Canibus
From best to worst from legend to barely here
Since they repo'd your prime this sh*t ain't really fair
Losing his mind somebody better set him straight
Lost Buckingham Palace now it's Section 8
In '012 why rep that hard
And who the f**k dug him up from Wyclef's backyard
But off him not a part of you is trife
And you can't afford the drama when your Arsenal's a knife
No heart in you to survive ni**a living like an orphan
Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans
I ain't even got to stab you far from a threat
I don't get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you
Come to rapper sh*t you real bad at matching wits
I'm better with a badder b**ch how I'm not the catalyst
When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit
I fall off the same day Tyler Perry'll miss it
But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly
Call this a rivalry when your idle's me
How you throw a shot at everything you try to be
Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me
Now tell me that's your strategy son
The clip's extended they looking like Natalie Nunn
Sayin' we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me
As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies
And if you decide to cross Joe I'll be waiting with a crossbow
And feed his torso to my baby cane corso
Sh*t has gone far enough it's time to finish this
Should stop starting chess matches 'gainst the limitless
Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed
Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy
I don't care for the ploy came up from being hella broke
You think the fans are buying music I'm selling hope
My funeral gonna be by invite-only
By chance I'm going to hell maybe for selling d**e
I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope
Might want to see Heaven might need a telescope
A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar's low
Bottle service maybe a couple whores
High ceilings flat screens and double doors
I'm not a cult member I'm not a worshipper
Just a Jers ni**a tryin'a have a couple words with her
Strollin' through the hood till she seem outta place
Used to niggas blowing her up that'll cling to her waist
Me I've never been a ni**a that a fiend had to chase
Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face
So I put my G stacks up against your little w**d stash
A one time only event won't get a recap
Aim it at his knee caps have niggas in your crib
When you get home your lil' girl in the back they think it's TCAP
So y'all can put all the blaming on me
But keep in mind this is training for me