Joe Budden - Aftermath lyrics

[Sample: Rocky] You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here I'd hold you up and say to your mother This kids gonna be the best kid in the World This kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew And you grew up good and wonderful, it was great Just watching everyday was like a privilage Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World And you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you! [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall But even my writers block ends in a fire wall Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts If they ran sh** why it won't show up in they track records How can the critics ever hear me and say I'm a suffer How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme Be competitive coke heads and go line for line Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store Under the microscope I rebut' the scrutiny If I'm to be compared it's only to who I used to be Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover This f*ggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her See you the type to get hype to hug her but won't try to f** her No pencil thin b**hes, me that ain't the style he dates Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face Introduce the newcomers to my habitat The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath [Sample: Rocky] Let me tell you something, here right now The World ain't all sunshine and rainbows It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life But it ain't about how hard you hit It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one But you'll ultimately end up in the same place So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater" I know some n***as with platinum plaques and bronze paper But better living should be earned, never fed or giving So I traded my recognition instead for a vision They always told me that I'd end up dead or in prison Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping At the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans I always managed to do better when his doubts shown I'll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones Cla** is in session, and look who's come to tutor They pa**ing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers j**eler Where I'm from n***as with fear getting slumped by shooters But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto Give them substance but they treat every word like it's a hollow My n***as off parole I'm tryna give them something pure to follow Cause he ain't have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle I come from where so many people where raised with neglect Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct