Joe Budden - Anti lyrics
rate me<BR>
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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