Joe Budden

Joe Budden - No Church In The Wild lyrics

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Uh-ooooh

Uh-ooooh

Can I talk my shit again?

Just wonderin if I could talk my shit again

I had to do it

Couldn’t blame me

I had to

Y’all can threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it

One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it

Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno

Take away what we love we’d all be Joe Paterno

Reporting live from the city where they gun tote

Sober in the sauna full of blunt smoke

Y’all concerned with Drake and Common

Me? I’m concerned with niggas havin’ fake in common

Though I’m leading I don’t really know the path

But the future can’t be worse if you really know my past

Begged to be understood anytime I showed the wrath

But how could I expect third parties to know the half

Like, when the temp rises, but you the candle whip

Sorta like Kyle Williams out in candlestick

Err’body shouldn’t grab the hammer by the grip, shit!

Billy Cundiff couldn’t handle the kick, shit

They say I changed since stardom

Can’t share the same success, we ain’t share the same problems

So, got big just to show ‘em what the gym does

Nevermind shootin’ they ain’t show me where the gym was

That’s why I do a lot on spite

So if you, look up to me you got ‘em at the wrong height

I mean, I’m not a role model, I’m a piece of shit

A product of never being giving a piece of shit

Breaking day got the grind of a trucker

And my logic ain’t designed to intertwine with you suckers

Loaded 9 is a buffer, but no time for you fuckers

There’ll be bodies in the sewers when my minds in the gutter

Last night I had an epiphany

It wrote it in my rhyme book in calligraphy

I see so many people looking for validity

That’s the wrong search if what’s lost is dignity

I certainly have grown since Mouse

Chrome under the couch

But I’ll stomp his face to make it known what I’m about

If he on what he spout

Put my Nikes on his cheeks, and I ain’t foaming at the mouth! (get it?)

Reminded when I vent

Nigga God designed it, it’s in the print

Two memos for the spineless, ones repent

Second jewel, leaving my kindness as a strength, nigga!

No beef, no malice, not at all

I got no vendetta for y’all

I mean I only want better for myself

Sometimes I even want better for y’all

I swear, there’s no love in hip hop

Irony, not even on love and hip hop

Spacious closets, Persian rugs

Make sure I’m dressed at my best for the jerks that judge

Had a talk with my ex who knew for certain I was bugged

So I let the door slam feelin’ worse then I was

She said all I ever made her feel was hurt and disgust

Which in turn hurt cause that was my version of love, I care

Clear year, you need better resolution

It seems the chances we agree are forever ruined

You talking bout how, I’m talkin’ about execution

You talking bout now, I’m talkin’ about evolution

But better days gotta come

I’m a good amount of bad, right amount of so wrong!

And Heidi Klum left Seal, which only proves my point, shit can only be ugly for so long!

Slaughterhouse founder, can’t derail a captain

Ain’t enough niggas praying I feel for it to happen

Cause on both side of the coin you’ll get fed shells

In unison, hollow heads from red tails

I don’t wanna see your weapon

To keep me from what I’m destined

Some’ll see that as a blessin’

And my dudes swear they’ll keep me happily from harm

So I do the leg work they carry the arms

Check it, shawty I had over Saturday

Never act away, and squirt ‘til she over saturate

She go hard in the dark

No chains, but see I’m getting’ it, even when the cars in park, nigga!

The hood is on some bullshit

So it ain’t weird to see ‘em aiming at the pulpit

Fates are empty collection place, spirit in ruins

We used to a different type of communion

But guns take the place of the choir, tie up the the Pastor

If he scared can’t believe what he say ‘bout the life after

The stained glass is bullet proof

Sometimes a liars mouth can be full of truth

I done heard gospel from a sinner

Told me to season my pride if that’s dinner

Said there’s no human that walks without sin

So we should prob’ly call the gates make sure we allowed in

Joey!!!

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