Joe Budden - I Might Need More Than 16 Tho lyrics

[Intro] Turn the beat up in the headphones a little bit We in here Parks on the boards, real n***a in the booth Let's go Let me talk to 'em, check this [Verse 1] I might need more than 16 though Champion sweats, gold Rollie, Benz clean though The Smith in the pocket, bag gang green flow Some of these fan n***as fickle and it seem so Still in my prime but this ain't Nickle or Primo Look what these f** n***as done to the game A bunch of cool songs from n***as I can't name The beat on every single is all soundin' the same I'd explain but I might need more than 16 though These hoes hurtin', busy tryna look like each other They're sharin' surgeons just to get every sir and gent In the city of fat transfers and body shots If I gotta ask if it's real then it's prolly not Pulse missin', uh, Pulp Fiction Relationship quarrels, demons and drug addiction I know, just some hurdles that I leap until my wealth is up No time to fight, ma, I do that with myself enough You gotta pardon me, I'm growin', it's progression Playin' with her mind, I found her soul in a recession Major part of why all shorty knows is my perception Think cause she s** my dick there's an emotional investment Father of Joseph, Joseph's father A brother to some others that had no regard for Got gone for a minute, I had to focus harder Wanted me off my square, but I'm so unbothered It's so much goin' on with n***as as of late That I don't know where to start, I just go from the heart But the truth can't be all that you want How can it be so many misunderstandings, always thought I was bought I thought that common sense, would always be the easiest To comprehend, now I'm convinced f** sh** from f** n***as, how their time is spent And an epiphany for them would be a monument Took a page out of Power, did a homi' on a beat If I'm Ghost in the club then Tommy in the street I did enough cause every n***a by me gotta eat I'd explain, but I might need more than 16 though I learned to deal with hate While y'all was nickle and dime-in', I purchased real estate That was the first mil' I made Pool parties, plenty models at the villa's lake One of them hoes was high on coke and couldn't feel her face They got confused, thought my hunger was gone Cause I spend 300 thousand last summer alone If she with you on IG, they'll think you jumpin' a bone They usually wrong but I might need more than 16 though Mono y mono, clothes like Mariano The Sterling I don's new so the leak like Stiviano Gotta check it, any rapper in this world think they seein' Joe You can try but you'll need more than 16 though