Joe Budden

Joe Budden - Anti lyrics

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I ain't the social type!<br>

Joey!<br>

Nah mean!<br>

I ain't with all the congregating!<br>

Fuck niggas, hahaha!<br>

It's, It's, It's that 0-9!<br>

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Hey yo I can't lie spent a few years trying to under stand why<br>

When, how is it now I'm so anti<br>

Face asked if you've ever seen a man cry<br>

I think before that shit ain't even pan right<br>

So I don't look at rap dudes like you fans might<br>

Rude, its true excuse I got a slant eye<br>

Regard its my security guard that's why<br>

I'm walking around feeling like I can't die<br>

Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (ME)<br>

And I'm chasing it (OR) am I facing it<br>

(NIGGA) No past I'm erasing it<br>

I'm an addict got a habitual habit and I don't avoid voids<br>

Good at substitution replacing shit<br>

I'm just trying to find my place with shit<br>

Pacing quick I ain't go no patience with<br>

Niggas dead can't speak they mind<br>

What the fuck they got a mouth for<br>

Me I'm so full of rage so used to being caged<br>

I probably shouldn't be outdoors<br>

Everybody so scared of the truth<br>

Look in my eyes an stare at the truth<br>

They doing interludes and every interview<br>

Talking about there prepared to shoot (bom bom)<br>

I'm thought fool I'm resort to getting near a booth<br>

They awful what I do to them unlawful<br>

Boss dude ain't got a high up to resort to<br>

Just giving yourself a bad name<br>

Yackidy yack the threats in fact is that lame<br>

You can't tell that axe arranged<br>

Think I'm wearing a bulls eye<br>

Just all them cats got bad aim I'll explain<br>

I'm past real they past phony<br>

Ignore the personal an physical attacks on me<br>

I remain cool relaxed homie<br>

Brand new I ain't got a scratch on me<br>

So what your squad gonna do<br>

Lay a hand on me I'll lay a hollow on you<br>

Change hands stab his pockets run his wallet on thru<br>

Every club in new york nigga bottles on you<br>

Better tell them what reluctance is<br>

I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances<br>

Soon as he thru I'll show him what substance is<br>

Know I'm nicer when I'm toasted I'm only rubbing it in (NIGGA)<br>

You got beat up ignored in school<br>

Signed a deal niggas thought you was cool<br>

Only take one goner to slaughter your crew (SLAUGHTERHOUSE)<br>

If your resume got deaded today they'd call you a fool (HOW BOUT THAT)<br>

All them years rapping nothing else happening<br>

You need a new day to day<br>

Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid<br>

Gasping timeout take a break from the play or grab a Gatorade<br>

Bad contract team can't make a trade<br>

Majors fucking you in the ass you gonna stay a slave<br>

Five-Nine in my ear saying hey behave<br>

But shit is fucked up and i blame it on the way it was paved<br>

I chill for the sake of your age<br>

You great live but let me know when that stage get appraised<br>

All in raising the stakes<br>

Swear you and your label should prayeth<br>

Thank God I was placed in this decade by mistake<br>

I don't belong here dad fucked mom in the wrong year<br>

Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears<br>

Wrong advancing funny sounds every songs weird<br>

Wrong fashion its like everybody's gone queer<br>

Be clear I ain't here to be fronting<br>

You can dislike me I ain't here to pretend<br>

Run but you can't hide I can't lie<br>

Told niggas in the first two bars I was anti<br>

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Oh!<br>

Leave me running!<br>

Joey!<br>

No wonder, wheres an escape route when you need it?<br>

Talk to 'em!<br>

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