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Joe Budden

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    Look I can give a fuck about opinions, like 'em or love 'em
    I never change up, if you don't like 'em then fuck 'em
    Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones
    Only let you know about whoever's doin' the throwin'
    Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though
    I done fired a few shots and got plenty of gold
    Nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes
    Cause now my minds kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose
    When I seen my first man get murdered
    I took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker
    Won't keep pushin' cats to get paid
    And be a grown ass man with no acalade's
    And know the truth hurts I can't fabricate
    So nothings made up, just the facts I say
    My son 'bout to have a brother
    It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another
    Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy
    Til you home lookin' at that TV
    Pissed you havin' a fit, changin' it FUCK MTV
    Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should BE ME
    The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave
    The folks thought we'd never ever split
    Try to work through it all that we done for eachother
    Both talented but one is too dumb for the other
    Let it go to its boiling point
    Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points
    But all I gots this mic and this booth while I'm in it
    I figure might aswell tell the truth while I'm in it
    Latifa said enjoy my youth while I'm in it
    I told her I do but the proofs still tinted
    I'm like an old man when no friends or family
    Tryin' to cleanse whatever's left of his 'sanity
    It's no happy dude here
    I'm mad at the world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year
    It's only fair somebody had one
    New Year's for me always be like my last one
    New year, same girl, she the same soldier
    Think it's all good, probably cause I told her
    But I got some resentment, shit that I ain't over
    I don't trust baby girl far as I can throw her
    Rightfully or wrongly she's gettin' quick sized
    I'm on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size
    Face smilin' and there's tears in the kid's eyes
    Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size
    In the hood with the best of 'em
    I'm still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em
    Where's the answer
    Don't ask for a cig', I'm so self-centered I won't even share this cancer
    Look to the sky
    Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered
    This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar
    More like what every lick from the gutiar
    GOD!

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