Lyrics:
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Make ya own mutha'fuckin' footsteps nigga, don't follow mine!
Huh!? I got great problems though, my problems are good!
L-Look, look
REP Cause AIN'T NO CAP IN IT Jamil Al-AMIN STEP ON ANYBODY ABOUT THIS EMPIRE I'M BUILDING BRIAN NICHOLS TO SOCIETY SOCIETY IF YOU EVER MADE
[Joe]
Y'all in that mood yet?! (in that mood yet)
Y'all in that mood yet?!?! (in that mood yet)
If I died tomorrow
See if I died tomorrow
Yo, yo yo
average joe
It's time for you to burn by dawn
Suckin' me dry until I had no more
Go back to hell, I'm getting back to where I
Was before I ever met you
I
Look, look
Wishing for the Millis and the diamonds on my rings though
Bling though, I just want the green, not talking Mean Joe
Hustling for
on the phone
You can tell that I've grown
No more shells in the chrome
Was always a diamond in the
Rough like Sierra Leone
Wait until a couple years
And them
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
spell that
A to Z, dragon flow, I spit hot shit that can melt wax
More gas than a shell has, pump four, can you smell that
Click, click, click, formula
Rhymes faster than a speeding bullet
Has more rhymes than a train has tracks
Able to leap sucker MC's in a single rhyme
Look, at the jam,
Man Kojak
he gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said "Don't go by the gamblin'
Even if we take it apart now
Syllable by syllable
Honey your hearts gonna start now
Silly, i'm the pinnacle
Shit, I never considered myself a real
from Nichols Hills
Don't say my name my dude just keeping it real
I'm just tryna chill and get a iTunes check
like my favorite song on my iPod, I need
Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles
Got caught picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot ho-
Finger still up one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck
had crow's feet"
I'm at a crossroads, lost, still shopping at Costco
Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles
Got caught picking my nose, ah
Look over see these
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
One, two, three and to the fo'
Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe
No need to answer y'all already know
Plenty fifths
Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty
[Paul Cain]
Look
Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
Posing us can't be wise
Flow Joe
Chicks say I resemble that nigga Boss Kojo
And the way I move is oh-so-fly
Ma take a look in my eyes and jussssssssssssssssst
Ha ha, watch
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said “It
look like
Bitch I'm only pourin' Wock' or Tris
You be dyin' sippin'
Niggas really broke as fuck
Why I don't mind niggas
Bang on all on a nigga block
They
it's 2022 and he don't no more
The Joe Rogan we knew is barely there
They wanna raid his compound and do him like Bin Laden
Just to take his podcast off
Since I can’t vote, I want my voice heard now
I will support a reality star to wear that crown
After the shit and trash, spewed his way
He never gave
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
look my way
She's a (What?) see I got more cheese
So back on up while I roll up my sleeves
She's a (What?) you can't see me, Joe
Get on down while I
To the H-R and slap it
These Louis's I'm wearing
Look made by some cactus
Them niggas, you're round
They look made by some actors
This is London
Let me show
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