Joe Budden - Somethin' To Ride To lyrics

[Intro] Cardim Collection... Chea... Check [Verse 1] I always said when I make it, there's no going back To where the toasters clap, and we can toast to that Them n***as hate seeing me, I'm like an open scab I'm OT in a Cabana with an open tab I'm in the cut though, not too many notice me I'm strictly baritone, I play it low key While in New York, they'll say I'm crazy like Rodman was In Jersey, I'm what Petrović, Dražen was Politically incorrect, f** being proper Because all the faces looking real like the Fila Prada's And it seems like they the main n***as seeing dollars Let me get that off my chest, So I don't need a spotter Maybe now I see why Marvin just needed to Holler And if you know me, treat a hurdle like I'm Iguodala Raisin' the bar, f**ing with the stakes He'll get you that type of fame that your publicist will hate So we can get the goons involved and have the triggers squirting But since I'm well endowed, I'll be the bigger person Throwing darts at a Mozart, you won't go far Trying to help k** a legend, ask Solar [Hook] Nah, this ain't something to ride to It's more like sh** you get inspired to See I can do anything I desire to As long as the earth's round and the sky's blue n***a this ain't somethin' to ride to This is sh** that you pop pills get high to This a warrior's anthem for survival This is Mood Muzik, that's what I do [Verse 2] Check it... Nah, this ain't somethin' to ride to It's more like sh** for you to survive to Roll a blunt do whatever you decide to To celebrate my return, I'm sorry that I deprived you Left you with tales of quick riches, thick b**hes Small timers talking that big business is fictitious No rhymers, slow grinders, that mo' blind us With sk**s so vagina, relying on co-signers Now they mad at me, I keep going hard repping Cause what's a Rampage to Rashad Evans That mouth still haul off, we'll shoot at the tires And you ride until the wheels fall off, Check it I spent my youth in prison I thought to get the 401K's a n***a had to do some pitching But now I'm growing up, they say I'm too different They tell me I've changed, I say that you didn't [Hook] [Verse 3] Honestly this past year's been a burden on me Unfinished product, God is still working on me But shout to old girl, she's never to blame The way she swallowed had me thinking that I never came With me at the funeral, with me at the wake Black dress, black shades, strictly for my sake Our little man's two, to him it's all a surprise I can't explain d**h when he don't understand life/ See grandma pa**ed, about a week before mother's day Forgive me, I was worried about my mother Faye Bad as it sounds, wouldn't have it any other way She was so ill, d**h could have only been her escape (Talk to 'em) and gotta mask how that make me feel (Why?) Since the streets is only asking about a Shady deal If I knew now what tomorrow was gonna teach me And I told you in advance, you probably wouldn't believe me [Hook]