Joe Budden - True Story (Last Real Nigga Alive Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

You might not understand now because the picture is tainted

I'm 'a take the time out for y'all to try to explain it

I was a kid in Jers', no name, no stage

Listen close while I get everybody on the same page

Me and Dub made music, but times was hard

And we really couldn't pursue it 'cause we both jobs

Right said we could get straight cream

Rap over other niggas' beats, and I ain't know about the mixtape scene

So we did that, going off my god brother's promise

I spit 100 bars over "Nastradamus"

And Right's new cut, so I had hope all along

Next C tape was two freestyles and a song

He gave C my demo, said "It's a go, I bet you."

C said "He's alright, but what's so special? "

Held on to it, and it must have been luck

Because some nigga named Webb went in the back of his truck

And found my shit; listening to rhythm was I'll

Said this kids alright, watch me get him a deal

OnTop met me and Dub, and we liked them

Gave us 10 G's, a Mackie and a <i>[?]</i>

Started making music loosely

But DJs was hesitant to play him 'cause nobody knew me

I guess Joe Budden was new

I needed some help, so Fab came threw and we did "Coming for You"

Did another joint later on with Tah Murda and Black Child

The streets finally started to react now

Made some songs, it was such a long process

Skane stopped by to check progress

And then Webb steady banging Clue who was still ignoring

Cutmaster and Envy was still supporting

Then Clue got with it 'cause my man called hype

Telling me I'm on the Clue tape spitting to "Let's Get It"

People started to see what was what now

Ya' boy got a little bit of buzz now

Everything was so timely

'Cause Skane went up there and told Kevin Lyles he wanted to sign me

So OnTop went to meet with Leo and Kev' about business

They started to talk some Spit shit

It was a new label we ain't know all about

For rappers they wanted to sign but wasn't sure about

Made it sound worth my while, though it was weird for me

Told me if I broke the label, they would take care of me

Put out "Get Right" a way to speed things up

But that shit ain't keep things up

That Def Jam treated Spit as a knock off

And Jumpoff's better than that y'all, I got off

Then I'm on Def Jam, waiting and chilling

Left the mixtapes to get things straight in the building

Left the street dry, I ain't give 'em no ether

Nitty and Skane up there begging for a feature

And they gave us one, and we thought it was hitting

We thought 3rd story would sell, but they didn't

And I liked that song and the hook

Plus they was shooting a video, and we was mad thirsty for a look

But they ruined that shit, had my whole camp feeling the worst

At the last minute cut my 2nd verse

And the politics had me hopeless

And the label just kept overlooking me, so let me focus (So focused, man)

And traveled from state-to-state, club banger

No video spinning, top 8 at 8

By the time Def Jam knew it bumped and had flavor,

The record died down, this is 8 months later

And that whole time, I was out of the street mix

So they tried to bring it back with a bullshit remix

And now they respecting a nigga

But I'm scared 'cause the SoundScan is straight disrespecting a nigga

So it's back to the mixtapes where I don't have to deal with the nonsense

And the next two leaders is common sense

So at a time where the whole rap game is shaken

Is a slot right open, and it's there for the taking