Joe Budden

Joe Budden - 40 Licks

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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