Somethin’ to Ride To Joe Budden

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
I always said when I make it, there's no going back
To where the toasters clap, and we can toast to that
Them niggas hate seeing me, I'm like an open scab
I'm OT in a Cabana with an open tab
I'm in the cut though, not too many notice me
I'm strictly baritone, I play it low key
While in New York, they'll say I'm crazy like Rodman was
In Jersey, I'm what Petrović, Dražen was
Politically incorrect, Fuck being proper
Because all the faces looking real like the Fila Prada's
And it seems like they the main niggas seeing dollars
Let me get that off my chest, So I don't need a spotter
Maybe now I see why Marvin just needed to Holler
And if you know me, treat a hurdle like I'm Iguodala
Raisin' the bar, fucking with the stakes
He'll get you that type of fame that your publicist will hate
So we can get the goons involved and have the triggers squirting
But since I'm well endowed, I'll be the bigger person
Throwing darts at a Mozart, you won't go far
Trying to help kill a legend, ask Solar