Emanny - Now Or Never lyrics

[Hook: Emanny + Royce da 5'9"] Racing time, it's now or never Here we are, here forever (You can eat our dust, we're playing ring around the world) [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Nah, this ain't the story of a soldier It's the story of a n***a they counted as being over It's just the story of Joseph A new birth, so if you counted me out On one hand you understand me but still you had one hand free I used to do this to feed my son and my family Now you need those other 5 fingers, they might come in handy Sprinkle your weed on your blunts Got haters breaking world records for the most words eaten at once Just getting out of my self's way, been a s**er to slavery f**ed fear without a condom, had a baby named Bravery Old head said, give' em murder on the beats And f** going commercial, make commercial go me If it's a hurdle I'mma leap, n***as ain't threats anyway Odds ain't in my favor, but I'm taking bets anyway Wasn't with me in the gym in Jersey, lost his team But none of my shots touched the Nets anyway [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Remember him, Jerz kid, new to some, old face Fans matured, so did I, now my words, hold weight Nerve of them doubting I, probably had no faith Figured I'd be rapper after the fact that we're soul mates Long ago I done been enlightening to y'all But they was getting fresh air when the writing was on the wall Was f**ed up a while, smoking 2 packs a day But never mind that, rather talk about some accolades Got rich twice, he got clean twice Put hood b**hes on covers of magazines twice When they say it's play favorites, sh** don't seem right And my fans looking confused like, "f** you mean he ain't nice?" I've stared d**h in the eyes without shades on Blink once, open my eyes and they was gone Ignore the chatter and my crabs in the bucket turned to lobster on the platter None of you n***as matter [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] This here is the victory lap and yet I ain't even win Where do I begin? How bout when they wouldn't let me in? Won't address that setback, pa**ed that sh** I got the blackball and behind the back pa**ed that sh** Concerned with getting my pay up Some never thought he'd be hot, figured I'd just lay up But I don't take the easy shot, from the grimiest Tabernacle My peers can respect this bad apple [Hook] [Outro: Joe Budden] Never thought we'd be back here right? Never thought we'd be back, hold up Let my guitars ride out Just a moody motherf**er That MME sh**, we on it If by chance I'm past my prime I'm tryna lap it