Joe Budden - R.I.P. lyrics

{Joe Budden] I ain't got a care in sight Don't blame me, blame the syrup and the sprite It's the new sh** that they'll find me on Maricon Best rapper in the world but need help leaving no doubt Now that Gwen Stefani's gone Everybody's a Hannibal Swallowing they eyes watching what they say What y'all can do is pray Before i got reformed n***a Glock went on the waste Cross-dressing nothing but my mothers stocking on my face Ain't the one u wanna try so fast Talk crazy but walk the walk Left a trail down a psychopath Disturbing the peace Swearing the v Everyone word in my speech to heavy to bear Become a burden on the beat Look, I'm dealing with pa**ive aggressive nasty women That take me form humble beginnings to a happy ending If it ain't about a buck then it's the wrong thought You balling on a caps space you in the wrong sport Attack me cause I say sh** Thats they way of curving that they had me as a favorite They learning from Larry David Chrome trigger u blown off the liquor Prolly a tombstone will come quicker Patron ain't your n***a None of you dudes ain't soldiers Ed helms when you lose your dog blame the hang over Flame thrower Get me when the label can't control ya Can't say the chain smoker Inside a propane holder Currency is the plan to bury me where I stand f** a record label I appear courtesy of my fans And they can try to hurt me but they can't I refuse to ball my fist while the heartbeat of Jersey's in my hand So, I tell dude like I tell my nympho chicks Keep it up and you bound to get f**ed Sounding real tough Every line he move weight like he's a monster I'm looking at his keys like Mashonda Round up the troops To tell him how he both in the booth You don't sound like the truth Wanna be on top of the world Till he found in roof Told dudes the old dudes I'll be the poison on their fountain of youth n***a, I create it, you mock it We know the sh**s belated when you jock it Holding sh** hostage Penning that garbage Before I pull the plug on em sending in hospice Foreign to you American me Got it locked its foreign, to you skeleton key You taken em home I give em the Sheridan key You saving the birds Denzel Pelican Brief And I ain't tryna but what you selling to me Done babying grown men I'm done helping them eat But they say u only rap about joe Give it a rest Grow a set Dog i spit about what i know best I got skin made of kevlar Tough as steel say f** the sk** And i far along blaze the house Russell built Bring it on Sing a long Ring tone Blank row I come with a label that say don't try if seen at home Just smart, figure i be less dark Tell a model b**h lets part Over a stretch mark But being truthful's too brutal to do So i lie like a bad teacher Keep going till your pupils confused Tired of hearing how you bust your hammer Though this wouldn't be my public answer Twice as nice as y'all Though the fans love you grammar They act like my b**hes Guess when it comes to me they double the standard f** boy I ain't them other dudes Pick whatever gun Son found a problem that he can't trouble shoot Notice I So its like Old school-esque poet like Prototype Since these n***as can't flow it right Fans ain't falling for the madness either You milking the game its from a bad breast feeder Make you a believer Doubt what i said Moment of silence bow our head