Go to Hell Joe Budden

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Joey!
Tahaha
That N.J. bullshit, I'm on it
I'm on the same shit I've been on really
Niggas probably just ain't know I was on it
Amalgam, look here
I mean (oh!)

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Still regular, just stuck in a rapper's body
Made some bread off this shit but still rap's a hobby
I never got an invite, I had to crash the party
Now it's just models inside, I'm at the after party
I set trends, here's somethin for the fags to copy
Suc-ceed and everybody from the past gets salty (but I)
I get in the booth and own that bitch
Won't stop 'til all my brothers are Jonas rich
Or wealthy, not rich, fuck it, see I aspire to be Mr. Buffett
Warren, not from just tourin
I used to grind, hustle hard for some hot Jordan's ('til)
'Til my mind went beyond and all that got borin
The streets watchin but it's outlook is not important (nah)
I'm tryin to pocket a fortune without the stocks soarin
If you ain't into gettin paper, let it be (just know we)
Just know we too parallel to every meet, think about it now (oh!)