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going back

I get overwhelmed
Nerves maxed out like a credit card
I just wanna float
You don't the sun gon fall over by the moats
But it's still gon shine

young or tragic when they stop fearing death
When death lives in your head so much it becomes normalized
A part of you and your identity
That's when you

the rubbish
With the other broken toys
Disposed by a vicious public
 
R-R-R round we go
B-B-B back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys
Clout chasing

crazy, Never fugazi ​
Fresh to death, like I'm hades​
Crème de la crème
You're not my friend ​
And I'll be back​
Mister green will be back again​


Albums

Retrace the steps, I looked my best
The day I wore that suite, it was your death
The ditch you laid in, moments of your last breaths
Young Visionaries, oh

I want freedom in my contract
Every fucking album is my life inside a soundtrack
So when it goes down, you already know that I'm bounce back
Put it

dreams, so I'm leaving
Out the backdoor, move fast not slow
Got my own goals, Abraham Maslow
Got the bag packed, with the gun by the door
Car parked in

put your trust in someone who thought he

Was tough but who was actually nuts

And then you went and vouched for that horrible slut

'Why would you do

alone in the fields of death!
Ask me:
"Why are you so mad and so miserable again?
Save it all inside, are you weak or insane?"
I've tried different types

testin' my clique, I'm investin' my chips
In a tech that'll spit to your chest, gettin' ripped
If you don't got a vest, then it's death to you, bitch

I'ma

Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like

a couple million, stack a billion
Business as usual, death in the colonies
What is that but state to state armed robbery
Just a road move on a bigger level

shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died

The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you

house and garage I've been
Foul with the bars but I spit my album in
Half from rowdy to calm
Now sound the alarms, they wonder how
I'm still underground

been battling some demons
Tryna keep myself in tact
And only put out good so I get back what I attract
I see the enemy in me, he point out what I lack
I

a bastard?
We been dark since the march of the spartans
Before Eve ate the fruit of the garden
I was in pursuit of the truth like a slalom
Dodging these

Hiatus

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

Why try to fit in when you a stand out?
No album but the money never ran out
Beside from rap I'm kinda focused on land now
'Cause I don't know where

Boy I'm so next I got em so stressed
Nightmare I got em waking up in cold sweats
This Luvale boy got the game so stretched/Kanye with it boy I'd die

XONWORLD
JJ on the beat

Ooh, damn
I got the skill, you're just banking on chance (Yeah)
I'm feeling whole with my hands in her pants
I see you

never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade 
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled

at a breakneck speed only reachable by a, a seventy-something in tear-away vestments.

And so, like the pilgrims before him, Dino Sore tightened the laces of his

released a song for my birthday
A couple singles had passed
A mixtape and an album
20k in the first month spent half of that on…
Can't write without having

tryna get my music live in stores
And I'm abhorred
By every executive in the war room
"There's been a million come before you"
Like I ain't nothing