Lyrics:
You ain't with Tommy no mo', who gon' protect you now?"
I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood
I bring your ? down, samples now you have to clear it
Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, I
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
that get chills about me
What they gone say about me?
These bitches be joe about me
Fuck talking bout I’m real
Cause my n***as know about me
I spent
album out in HipHop and I'm still Heatin' up tHe crockpot
Platinum plaques tHat I ain't Hung yet
You got opinions no acHievements
Type of niggas make
hoe or Fat Joe prick
You know I roll with them guards
We take niggas off the streets
And give 'em jobs
And most rappers play hard
Until they take
as you dominate my personalized playlist
You're my favorite track on the album
Skipping through all the songs, but when I hit yours, I'm like "Yo, her beat
you!
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You're praying to a higher
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
hit that replay
Imma make it on one of these days
Only got my rhymes to be the keepsake
Where the album at? Got no release date
Staring at the top got
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
And you already know, I'll make your album go platinum
Yeah, niggas, you welcome
Now give me my prize before I open up
Shout out, let your baby mama give
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
a ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
FUBU platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum up, I kill any bastards
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
me over envy
They want to send me, when we use to be friendly
Think I started off on top with two platinum albums?
Naw dog, I started off from
And standing in this corner
With the platinum chain and the Gucci trunks
Trained by the platinum producer Kanye West
We have Chi Town's finest the Go
your life so appealing by the way I write it
Make it so she the only shawty I know
On Forgiatos, don't hit no potholes
I roll up one and light it
Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went
I'ma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the fence
grows to be a triple platinum album
A felon, using the steel to do crimes
Smoke so many niggaz they put up no smoking signs
Charismatic, gasmatic,
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