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Lirik Lagu Spring Training - Joe Budden

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We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizingNah, I'm not rapping, I'm prophesizingQuite simply, seat back, diamond white BentleyApproach it I might empty, since I never gave a FUCKAin't nothing you can say that might offend meNot when only reason shorty's in the ride is to ? meWhen you do a little better they begin to hate yaSo I keep animals with me, it's just in my natureIf you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make yaYou just keep hearing what's coming from them incineratorsBut when they show the hatred is when you know you made itMe, I been to hell and back the shit is over ratedBut every day could be your last, so if trouble met meHe'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckysYou want a crash course? Know the damagesI promise y'all that if I got high I'd smoke CanibusFrom best to worst, from legend to barely hereSince they repo'd your prime this shit ain't really fairLosing his mind, somebody better set him straightLost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8In '012 why rep that hard?And who the fuck dug him up from Wyclef's backyard?But off him, not a part of you is trifeAnd you can't afford the drama when your Arsenal's a knifeNo heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphanBeefing bout New Jersey but you living in New OrleansI ain't even got to stab you, far from a threatI don't get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at youCome to rapper shit, you real bad at matching witsI'm better with a badder bitch, how I'm not the catalyst?When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuitI fall off the same day Tyler Perry'll miss itBut what stifles me is how you sit back and idlyCall this a rivalry when your idle's meHow you throw a shot at everything you try to be?Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with meNow tell me that's your strategy sonThe clip's extended, they looking like Natalie NunnSayin' we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me?As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodiesAnd if you decide to cross Joe, I'll be waiting with a crossbowAnd feed his torso to my baby cane corsoShit has gone far enough, it's time to finish thisShould stop starting chess matches 'gainst the limitlessFriends with my foes so my peers are annoyedEveryday they just watch me cry tears of joyI don't care for the ploy, came up from being hella brokeYou think the fans are buying music, I'm selling hopeHere's some insight homie, fuck making a friendMy funeral gonna be by invite-onlyBy chance I'm going to hell maybe for selling dopeI want my own table sectioned off with a velvet ropeMight want to see Heaven, might need a telescopeA girl to restock anytime the wine cellar's lowBottle service, maybe a couple whoresHigh ceilings, flat screens and double doorsI'm not a cult member, I'm not a worshipperJust a Jers nigga tryin'a have a couple words with herStrollin' through the hood till she seem outta placeUsed to niggas blowing her up that'll cling to her waistMe, I've never been a nigga that a fiend had to chaseAsk for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the faceSo I put my G stacks up against your little weed stashA one time only event, won't get a recapAim it at his knee caps, have niggas in your cribWhen you get home, your lil' girl in the back they think it's TCAPSo y'all can put all the blaming on meBut keep in mind this is training for me