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Late night was up, tryna feed my hungry son
And I ain't ate all day, I know I'm not the only one
Ruth Chris, but we started on the dollar menu
Money

got star dream on a corner drinkin' gasoline
my man threw you up in a fiend no contest
Dunn i'm bless and knew a devil in a blue dress
Dunn i'm bless

was like Chris & Poon was my daddy
Now that's some A-town shit if i ever heard it
Every word dirty bird like Patrick Kerney
Take it step by step in this

Bae I'm way too geeked up
Do not call on me I might not answer
Bae you way too freaked up
Off that drink she turn right to a dancer
I've been rapping

with a seam like
But I ain't directed by Chris Nolan, I'm rolling singular
Directed, written, produced by me
While bitches online posting quotes trying

on some gas that’ll give you protein
I can’t trust these niggas I be thugging by myself
Bitch I’m big lane I can’t put it on the shelf
On to bigger things I

So I tell em
So I tell em
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
Can't stop, won't stop til I get right
Right, right
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine

dumb like I know nothing

Who you know up out my generation that's inspired by jadakis and nas went against the odds
Golden bricks up under me I'm

don't hide nothing from me
(Ain't got time for games, this ain't no hide seek)
Need your integrity when your away from me
(Don't get tricked by Satan like

Same one 'fore the bread came (Yessir)
My set on the next move (Uh, huh)
No time for the head game

Ay, look i'm a player, you a parody
Bad bitch, two

Live from the working class trash bin
Where I'm surrounded by tax
Payers and soon-to-be has-beens
Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense

tuckin
Off a perc, shawty be cluckin
(Balling by my lonely)
This ain't no loving just fuckin
No jolly rancher she suckin
(Ain't going out like I'm Tony)

ass niggas be frauds
I'm quick to stiff arm all my niggas and ball on a bitch
I'm driving fast, bending corners sipping slow on my whip
I keep my

Short Summer

Joe Budden

2187 Hood Radio 47

2011

fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream

I'm feelin'
They tell me I'm trippin'
But I cannot listen cause baby
Just special to me
This shit here is different
The one I been missin'
And I gotta

Look
I don’t know who to call on
I was tryna' put us all on
Once I’m on I won’t fall off
This some gas don’t you ask me who I bought off
Cuz you just

Satisfied and Streetwise Two
And once God's done blessing you
You'll be chilling at McDonalds singing
Bah bah bah bah bah I'm loving it
Step aside Hungry

da struggle
Now I’m back slappin’ dem pieces in puzzles
Valentine’s Friday I’m goin Chris Tucker
Westbrook a pint, make it triple double
24/7 I ride da

Yo I'm a family man who do family shit
So if you hating on that you can (suck my dick) 
Fuck you wanna be gangsters in the bricks
If you want to be

out of the dark
Step up to the plate swing and hit you out of the park
Could you meet me out at the park let me seduce you
I'm kinda like Chris Tucker

first - shout out my nigga Chris
Man this beat slap but I'm Rocking with this shit
Never shot a nigga, never had to pull a blick
But when I'm with Tha

turn me up
Please don't turn me down, Aye 

I'm tryna be like Christina
Everyday I'm around Milians
I'm a lyrical chameleon 
Give me a beat and I Flip it

a reason to cheat
Think just cause I'm cool I aint squeezing the heat
Put Chris on your ass like jeans if you leap
All hype, you the type we would leave in

met social high-key
I was raised by OG's you was raised by IG (woah)
I'm from the era of Mike Tyson fights (knock out)
You from the era of the Magic