Joe Budden - Spring Training lyrics

rate me

We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizing

Nah, I’m not rapping, I’m prophesizing

Quite simply, seat back, diamond white Bentley

Approach it I might empty, since I never gave a FUCK

Ain’t nothing you can say that might offend me

Not when only reason shorty’s in the ride is to ? me

When you do a little better they begin to hate ya

So I keep animals with me, it’s just in my nature

If you don’t wanna hear the real then I ain’t finna make ya

You just keep hearing what’s coming from them incinerators

But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it

Me, I been to hell and back the shit is over rated

But every day could be your last, so if trouble met me

He’ll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys

You want a crash course? Know the damages

I promise y’all that if I got high I’d smoke Canibus

From best to worst, from legend to barely here

Since they repo’d your prime this shit ain’t really fair

Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight

Lost Buckingham Palace, now it’s Section 8

In ’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 trife

And you can’t afford the drama when your Arsenal’s a knife

No heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphan

Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans

I ain’t even got to stab you, far from a threat

I don’t get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you

Come to rapper shit, you real bad at matching wits

I’m better with a badder bitch, how I’m not the catalyst?

When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit

I fall off the same day Tyler Perry’ll miss it

But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly

Call this a rivalry when your idle’s me

How you throw a shot at everything you try to be?

Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me

Now tell me that’s your strategy son

The clip’s extended, they looking like Natalie Nunn

Sayin’ we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me?

As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies

And if you decide to cross Joe, I’ll be waiting with a crossbow

And feed his torso to my baby cane corso

Shit has gone far enough, it’s time to finish this

Should stop starting chess matches ‘gainst the limitless

Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed

Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy

I don’t care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke

You think the fans are buying music, I’m selling hope

Here’s some insight homie, fuck making a friend

My funeral gonna be by invite-only

By chance I’m going to hell maybe for selling dope

I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope

Might want to see Heaven, might need a telescope

A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar’s low

Bottle service, maybe a couple whores

High ceilings, flat screens and double doors

I’m not a cult member, I’m not a worshiper

Just a Jers nigga tryin’a have a couple words with her

Strollin’ through the hood till she seem outta place

Used to niggas blowing her up that’ll cling to her waist

Me, I’ve never been a nigga that a fiend had to chase

Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face

So I put my G stacks up against your little weed stash

A one time only event, won’t get a recap

Aim it at his knee caps, have niggas in your crib

When you get home, your lil’ girl in the back they think it’s TCAP

So y’all can put all the blaming on me

But keep in mind this is training for me

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Thanks to jj.