[Joe Budden]
Can't clone these thoughts
They tryna tear down the homie fort
It's a waste of time I stay on my grind, I'm Tony Hawk
Easy with the hate, let a nigga see a mill first
I ain't into local beef, get a deal first
I bubble these toys, the trouble me boy
But I won't fall off, I ain't Trouble T Roy
Fucker -- don't make me put the thing to your bill
Cause dog you like wrestling, I used to think you was real
Dog, I used to just chill in the hood with no stardom
Now I'm killing the kids, I suffer from postpartum
Don't understand how you cowards be eating
It's time to cough it back up, son it's allergy season
For real, too petty, sunny I move deadly
The jewels heavy, pearl's blue it's like the new Pepsi
And if I'm mad witcha, pull the gat quicker
That'll ruin your Grey Goose and I don't mean bad liquor
The underdog, son I move too greasy
They treat me like De La Hoya, thought dude could beat me
Nah -- I lay low in the coupe when I ride nigga
With a fly stripper and it's not cause I'm a nice tipper
Icy hot, I'm just getting my wealth
The baby's .45, we both contradicting ourselves
They probably more upset
See me ride by with Ortiz Claudette in a beach Corvette
If it's a problem son tell me now
Have band-aids over your face, you overdoing Nelly's style
Haters wanna get their click-clack on
If you don't like my music, it's alright brother skip that song
Can't clone these thoughts
They tryna tear down the homie fort
It's a waste of time I stay on my grind, I'm Tony Hawk
Easy with the hate, let a nigga see a mill first
I ain't into local beef, get a deal first
I bubble these toys, the trouble me boy
But I won't fall off, I ain't Trouble T Roy
Fucker -- don't make me put the thing to your bill
Cause dog you like wrestling, I used to think you was real
Dog, I used to just chill in the hood with no stardom
Now I'm killing the kids, I suffer from postpartum
Don't understand how you cowards be eating
It's time to cough it back up, son it's allergy season
For real, too petty, sunny I move deadly
The jewels heavy, pearl's blue it's like the new Pepsi
And if I'm mad witcha, pull the gat quicker
That'll ruin your Grey Goose and I don't mean bad liquor
The underdog, son I move too greasy
They treat me like De La Hoya, thought dude could beat me
Nah -- I lay low in the coupe when I ride nigga
With a fly stripper and it's not cause I'm a nice tipper
Icy hot, I'm just getting my wealth
The baby's .45, we both contradicting ourselves
They probably more upset
See me ride by with Ortiz Claudette in a beach Corvette
If it's a problem son tell me now
Have band-aids over your face, you overdoing Nelly's style
Haters wanna get their click-clack on
If you don't like my music, it's alright brother skip that song
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