Joe Budden - Our Way (Outro) lyrics

[Intro Royce da 5'9] We them back pack n***as Rap rap n***as You'll be talking sh** about all day Internet underground, n***as Our intellect just won't allow us to make records y'all way [Hook: Royce da 5'9] Get over yourselves, f**er Get over yourselves, s**er Guess that we them back pack n***as Rap rap n***as Who will never sell a record, no way Guess what s**er We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9] Dear mister end all be all of an opinion f** what you're saying, you've got fans but we've got minions Plus Eminem got Stans like an arena, I went and seen it From abroad to back home, y'all ain't got to clap We're gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry God's work let's get real All you hear is them n***as like 50 too while we in the 62 But it ain't no industry business I ain't privy to Yeah and for y'all n***as that tired of it Just lay down and picture your soul over your body [Hook] [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Check my rhyme, timeline, I took time with every line Now I don't rhyme unless a check gets signed My bank account, it don't look bad I got house gang, hood swag I'm a Crook that'll Jump Off with five 9's or a good jab Hell yeah, I could brag, dude ain't never switch Whether the booth or on the strip I kept a Mac in my book bag You mad little n***a cause I'm holding the belt Do some ad-libs n***a, get over yourself I'm here for the duration, you're here to reputation Slide them Dre's over your sh**, prepare your ears for devastation ‘Cause if YAOWA on that motherf**er Yaowa going in Y'all wan' be mad go right ahead but once again [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] As a poster child for Photoshop my whole image was wrong Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son Clothes I used to borrow some now it's name brand drawls Just so my dick can see how far I've come Changing the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels That's how they drape judging of shapes I should keep mine in stables They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that sh**'s pathetic Shouldered the blame it's a shame it took hindsight to give me credit I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal There's no other outcome when you question my will [Hook] [Verse 4: Crooked I] They say I'd never make it, never make it My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog I yellow tape it For lyrical murder, I'm on the verge of my next merger Had to crawl before I walk so after I ex Gerber I took it a step further I took over the web servers I took over the west word to these fresh words And rode the wave of web surfers A circus- that's what this industry makes me think about Cause selling out's a shortcut integrity's the scenic route But you have never seen a crew or better team While you forever sleep we're doing everything you f**ers dream about s**er Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout Not the crowd, I mean your b**h now [Hook]