Joe Budden - Aftermath lyrics

rate me

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!

[Joe Budden - Verse 1]

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 shit why it wont 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 faggots 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 wont try to f-ck her

No pencil thin bitches, me that aint 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

[Rocky Sample]

Let me tell you something, here right now

the World aint 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 aint about how hard you hit

its about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward

[Joe Budden - Verse 2]

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-ggas 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

Class is in session, and look who’s come to tutor

They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler

Where I’m from n-ggas 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-ggas off parole Im 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

[Rocky Sample]

Now if you know what you’re worth, go out and get what you’re worth

but you gotta be willing to take the hit

Not pointing fingers saying you’re not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody

cowards do that and that aint you

you better than that<br />

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Thanks to razvan