Joe Budden - 40 Licks lyrics
Look I can give a f** about opinions, like 'em or love 'em I never change up, if you don't like 'em then f** 'em Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones Only let you know about whoever's doin' the throwin' Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though I done fired a few shots and got plenty of gold Nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes Cause now my minds kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose When I seen my first man get murdered I took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker Won't keep pushin' cats to get paid And be a grown a** man with no acalade's And know the truth hurts I can't fabricate So nothings made up, just the facts I say My son 'bout to have a brother It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy Til you home lookin' at that TV Pissed you havin' a fit, changin' it fu*k MTV Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should BE ME The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave The folks thought we'd never ever split Try to work through it all that we done for eachother Both talented but one is too dumb for the other Let it go to its boiling point Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points But all I gots this mic and this booth while I'm in it I figure might aswell tell the truth while I'm in it Latifa said enjoy my youth while I'm in it I told her I do but the proofs still tinted I'm like an old man when no friends or family Tryin' to cleanse whatever's left of his 'sanity It's no happy dude here I'm mad at the world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year It's only fair somebody had one New Year's for me always be like my last one New year, same girl, she the same soldier Think it's all good, probably cause I told her But I got some resentment, sh** that I ain't over I don't trust baby girl far as I can throw her Rightfully or wrongly she's gettin' quick sized I'm on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size Face smilin' and there's tears in the kid's eyes Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size In the hood with the best of 'em I'm still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em Where's the answer Don't ask for a cig', I'm so self-centered I won't even share this cancer Look to the sky Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered This sh** gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar More like what every lick from the gutiar GOD!