Intro]
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(Yeah) Uh
(New Joe Budden)
(It’s) Uh
(It’s… it’s that On Top Music!)
(DJ Go, Joe Budden)
(You now listenin’ to “The Truth”)
(DJ OnPoint, Joe Budden, let’s go)
[Verse]
[?] old soul through the fire and tears
A n***a seen too much, a little wise beyond my years
But ain’t nothin’ changed or raped me (nah)
And fame ain’t made me (nah), but the game’s tryna drive me crazy
Oh-three was kinda rough (tell ’em why)
Two burners pulled out on me, none of ’em bust
One dude both times, and only one of ’em bust
Nobody k**ed around, almost like I got a shield around me (you heard)
You haters wanna holler? (Then here)
I’m on the same corner as the m**ms with the paper for a dollar
Don’t care what you doin’, you let your temper flare and start brewing
You’ll be sorry this year like Rubin
Got robbed once, a n***a truck broken into
And I made some new friends, is it all coincidental?
A few dudes got them llamas waitin’ to hit you
Look what a Vibe award and Grammy nomination’ll get you, uh
Had one fistfight with a n***a, six-five (right there)
Jersey City Grounds Chicken where it gets live (right there)
Rumours, crazy a** thoughts about me
And artists that I don’t know, they wanna talk about me
Your family I.D. you in the morgue if you doubt me
Female rappers too, I don’t give a what, boo
Like I don’t read what you pricks’ll say to a magazine?
Y’all won’t say it to a magazine (f*ggots)
But I write the real most DJs won’t play (uh-huh)
What people might think, but a n***a wouldn’t say (talk to ’em)
Everybody runnin’ round frontin’, what is this?
The industry don’t want it to be none of your business, uh
But I’ma still be regular Joe, f** it
And Def Jam want me to make hits with no budget
Lyor [?] Kev I still make hits with no [?]
And give myself to whole public (come on)
Yeah, n***a