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Joe Budden

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    [Verse 1:]
    Now let me ask you a question
    Who are you? Where you from? What you reppin?
    Is every bar about a burner or a weapon?
    Now he all gassed up by his presence
    Some tell me that my music is depressing, but
    The best rapper in the world, I was destined
    Jumpoff! Must be the exception
    Am I the only one that's progressing in the recession?
    They tell me tricking ain't tricking if you got it
    I never heard more false words spoken
    So, if I told you I'm a leave your wrist frozen
    I was either lying to you or just joking
    You could be in a wet T-shirt soaking,
    You could, stomach how your sheets get like the ocean
    You could jerk me off with a bottle of lotion while ya legs open
    And have trouble gettin a token
    I grew up a lil, see I'm much more mature,
    My repar is one you can adore
    That wasn't always the case so that's for starter
    I'm enjoying the hood, the one after father
    I used to invest in heroin
    With money in Maryland, not Marrow Lynch
    Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs,
    And now I'm holding stacks as I stroll in Saks
    Sing it!
    Uh, check me out now!

    [Verse 2:]
    When I was younger I used to get ass for sport
    Now I'm less about her sex, I'm more into her thoughts
    Nah, I ain't mean to cross that yet, I regress
    I'm more into her thoughts on sex
    And the property, fuck what's across my neck
    Be clear, I'm more into her career then her hair
    Her mindstate; nothing is insurmountable
    I'm worried about her account, is she accountable?
    Real man shit, I'm no longer outlandish
    The roof don't drop but it's panoramic
    And I know haters can't stand it
    So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz shit
    We don't fall flat, and we never cave in
    I leave pressure right to my doormat
    All that adversity never worried me
    If anything it feeds me, it a nourished me
    I try to keep it a hundred, non fiction
    Lane switching in my true religions with the double stitching
    No fitted, T, Kid Robot
    These rap niggas is ass and I don't dig botox
    Into entering clubs, dodging photogs
    So they can talk shit bout me for a whole blog
    Go hard, no prob, that's the plan
    No laughing joke son, I'm a grown ass man

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