Joe Budden - Won't Be Today lyrics

[Intro/Hook] I've been here for a minute While they judged I lived it And I've proved I'm here to stay Now they all gather in and listen till there's nothing left to give 'em But I still got more to say I had a struggle on my ride here Caught up in the grind and I almost lost my way But if I ever call it quits, all I know is this It won't be today (it won't be today) [Verse 1: Chris Webby] I'm a survivor, I've waited my turn, now it's my time sir Had to dig deep, pick axe, coal miner I'm like Ghost Rider, blazing a trail and flow fire sh** my razor sharp lyrics turn your fitted to a visor That mix-tape supplier, pulsing through your speaker wires With a dutchie and a lighter, stay higher than frequent fliers My word game demolishing these halfway decent writers They rubbing sticks together I'm your local heat provider Swerving through the street dividers like its Large Marge whipping it Music juiced up, get a car charge with this sh** Now they asking questions like they "Nardwuar" in this b**h Still I keep it dirty like a barn yard when I spit Bars hard ripping sh**, murder and I bury beats Always come to play, at the studio in a pair of cleats A pterodactyl to these mother f**ing parakeets Take it to the top, even higher than my hand can reach [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Look... for some of y'all to relate Ya I trap you in a box for a season Bullets bobbing and weaving still they popping and squeezing No law to abide by, still you watching for deeds and What's worse, you can't think of any logical reason Been learned, when the pa** comes it might be a no look In the trap they keep you, that's why I stayed in my notebook The tougher you try to be the lesser I was impressed And I wish the n***a would like I had his best interest Arms like tree trunks, weight is relentless f** the world I'm going ape on this bench press Careful with my foot and though they trimmed off half the ledge I'm along for your sake dawg, me and the f*gs don't mesh 'Bout that, you'll see how I react to threats Hear the gun sing or meet the knife with the jagged edge But sh** ain't how it used to be So let my foes know they gotta get used to me [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Webby] Me giving up? It won't happen today Rap til the day that they f**ing bury me, put me in a casket to lay So while I'm here just listen up to what I happen to say I'll show you history being made in elaborate ways I'm still a fully independent juggernaut up in this sh** B Tryin' to make that capital, holding down my shift key The undisputed Best in the Burbs is what I still be, so feel me 'Cuz f**ing with the flow is more than risky A dog built like a doberman-pit mix breed You p**y cats coughing up hairballs like Stimpy Me? I spit venom, now I'm reppin in the big leagues A grizzly, laughing while you teddy bears diss me Hehhh, so if they ain't digging the flow f** 'em Go Mighty Joe Young in the building with Joe Budden Show I'm something with this music sh**, out here doing it We ain't going nowhere b**h so get used to it