(*Samples from "Silly Love Song" by Enchantment plays throughout*)
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] (*echo*)
Check me out right here
Nahmean? Old school
Old school n***as used to be like
What they used to be like? "Check me out now"
What other ad-libs these old n***as used to say?
I don't know but f** it
Look
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Now let me ask you a question
Who are you? Where you from? What you reppin?
Is every bar about a burner or a weapon?
And now he all ga**ed up by his brethren (what?)
Some tell me that my music is depressin (but a)
But, best rapper in the world, I was destined
Jumpoff! Must be the exception (I mean a)
Am I the only one that's progressin in a recession? (listen)
They tell me trickin ain't trickin if you got it
I never heard more false words spoken
So, if I tell you I'm a leave your wrist frozen
I was either lyin to you or just jokin
You could be in a wet T-shirt soakin
You could, tell me how your sh** get like the ocean (you could)
You could, jerk me off with a bottle of lotion
While ya legs open and have trouble gettin a token
I grew up a little (see), see I'm much more mature
My rapport is one you can adore (ask around)
That wasn't always the case, so that's for starter
I'm enjoyin the hood, the one after father
I used to invest in h**n
With money in Maryland, not Merrill Lynch
Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs
And now I'm holdin stacks (as I), as I stroll in Saks
Sing it!
[Break - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, check me out now
Ya mean?
n***a all grown up
How ill is this sh**?
Now look, look
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
When I was younger I used to get a** for sport
Now I'm less about her s**, I'm more into her thoughts (yeah aight)
Nah, I ain't mean to cross that yet, I regress
I'm more into her thoughts on s**
And the property, f** what's across my neck
Be clear, I'm more into her career than her hair
Her mind state, nothin is insurmountable (look here)
I'm worried about her account (I mean), is she accountable?
Real man sh**, I'm no longer outlandish
The roof don't drop (but) but it's panoramic
And I know haters can't stand it (so!)
So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz sh** (oh!)
We don't fall flat and we never cave in
I lead pressure right to my doormat
All that adversity never worried me
If anything it feeds me, it'll nourish me (motivation)
I try to keep it a hundred, non-fiction
Lane switching's in my true religion with the double stitchin
No fitted, T, Kid Robot
These rap n***as is a** and I don't dig Botox
Into enterin clubs, dodgin photogs
So they can talk sh** about me for a whole blog
Go hard, no prob, that's the plan
I might laugh and joke son, but I'm a grown a** man, ya heard?
[Outro - Joe Budden - talking] (*echo*)
Uh, check me out now
Yeah, Joey!
Tahaha
I swear to God
If this roof came down
This sh** be down right now
Snowin
And I'd have my, my motherf**in, my shades on and sh**
My hand out the window, smokin
A blunt, next to the cops too
f** off coppers!
Cheah