[Intro - Grafh] Yeah n***as been asking for this sh** man ( Clear throat adlib) Go Haaaaaa TeamBang in this mother f**er Joe Budden Ay… My name Grafh baby Haaaaaa… See a I know what Hip Hop needs n***a We got it from here, Look here Ay Ay [Verse 1 - Grafh] Grafh got 'em Life's a b**h with a** shots mad rotten but I'm still back shotin Still back boxing in back of the trap Chopin off track jogging with the city on my back squatin' I'm Sashsquatching and squashing I beat them into a pizza and add topping I got em all runnin back hoping faster than Joe Budden have model broads coming back blogging (Stop) As soon as she tweets a f**in cab stopping I dead her as soon as she plug her laptop in ugh Ooh boy I got the game sewn tighter than the pants on a new boy True story y'all expected me to fall I am in the building with asbestos in the walls I'm stepping on your arms then I put my heel under your elbow and lean on it while I'm stepping on your palm (Snap) n***a I represent New York City The whole world in my hand like two small titties In a two door coupe with the roof all pretty And my rim got my tires lookin' Snoop Dogg skinny Gone [Hook - Shalone] Whoa Whoa Whoa this is what you missing in your life it's music (music) I heard on the radio its playing Whoa Whoa Whoa this is what you missing in your life it's music (music) I heard on the radio its playing [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Go head you try it with a insider Riot inciter Who ever think they eating who the diet get applied to I Show them the cal and how behemoth it be To you it's a war It's just disagreement to me I'm a behemoth on the cement when you see him fix yo tone up I'm coke infested semen all grown up But when I'm talkin week that means I'm poppin out in Vegas Move in my own rhythm you won't spot it on the play list like They shootin', I mean Watch them all clear Finding a shell will be like a needle in Ross' beard But that was back in my so broke days Now I don't even text back if she don't go both ways Even then when they drop those draws don't know if it's the cargos I wore Or the Murciélago's doors Back by the fire pit eating charcoaled s'mores I'm masturbating with my brain plot hardcore scores I'm mime not a goon I got every indication that I be on top soon- The crib came with a stock room So here a j**el to those mocking my craft Can't tell them my stock raising if you're ain't watching the Grafh Joey [Hook - Shalone] Whoa Whoa Whoa this is what you missing in your life it's music (music) I heard on the radio its playing Whoa Whoa Whoa this is what you missing in your life it's music (music) I heard on the radio its playing