Joe Budden - Coming Home lyrics

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] I heard the whispers, they thought that I was done before They thought Dre said I was something he don't want no more They thought I got dropped, they thought I would stop I thought not, hopped out the square and thought out the box Listen, I keep it real, I was hoping that the major work But I was indie again, time for some major work Already hungry, but the non-believers made it worse Had me posting up in that booth like every day the 1st Who was supposed to give up? Nah, not me Man, post this sh** up on Nah Right, B Hello world, I'm a star, look what I invented Rap radar identified what my spider senses I had the hip-hop game on smash And a title locked up, like Akon's smash And then I linked with three dudes who also say y'all trash With another chance to show you again So I'm holding this pen [Hook: Keely] Bet never thought that you'd be back in this position Got no answers for their questions And it k**s you just to listen That you know There's nowhere else left to go And I ain't coming home I ain't coming home [Verse 2: Joe Budden] It started with a**ault charges, B&E's, burglaries for keeps And a dark back alley block in them Jersey city streets Who knew, that I could prosper spittin' aca off of Hennessey vodka? And dudes who were meant to be partners will mentally block ya And paying with pennies ? from Denny's to Lobster But your own actions is what could essentially stop ya I come around and the track get nervous If you wrote them off, then be able to track that purchase Hooked up the IV, so ? that I be deceased in the near My heated wrist feel on the reaper's ears, but he can't hear If you're talking chain of command, I want to be clear We're different links, how can an A-Lister and Z share Rodman with the trash talk, Magic or Walt With the black ball, way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws Move relentless through the rumors And my mere presence says God's got a funny sense of humor [Hook] [Verse 3: Crooked I] Bet you never thought that you'd be back in that position I'm talking to you b**hes, arch your back in that position Your ratchet a** was missing, you thought that I fell off of Shady Aftermath musicians Got me packing ammunition I'm back, the circle gang boss Witness the resurrection came 'cross Jesus, name a vixen I can't toss She use her mouth to clean my thing off And I call it getting brainwashed Slaughter's hotter than ever To be hotter, you gotta cop a ? Prada ? leather Walk in an executive's office and holler, "You better Hit my pockets with cheddar Feed me paper like my pockets are a document shredder" You really thought I'd get this money and behave? n***as left me for dead, did the dougie on my grave I'll break your purse for my perseverance Them same labels getting raped for a verse of clearance (for real) [Hook] [Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"] God's favorite, dark horse of the devil's family I'm Plan A 'til it's my damned day, failure's my Plan B From ashy to fancy, behind bars, to behind the bars To made it, so I can fit an jail cell inside of my pantry My daughter's a doll, she loves to see her father come She loves to blow bubbles with her bubble gum Now she lives inside of one, just accept it Got Martin King's heart and Martin Sheen's son's blood, cuz missed me with your questions I am the Martin Scorsese of this profession That's why I'm outta here like Martin Lawrence said, get to stepping And I did it doing the kind of music I like You's a fool, you thought that "Boom" would be my only highlight Slaughterhouse been outcast, first we're here, then we're there Then we started to rhyme like we pretend to load our pens with lead Now we moving on up like the Jeffersons Cause things came full circle like the top of Sherman Hemsley's head [Hook]