Joe Budden - Nothing Changed lyrics

[Hook] So that's life and nothing can change it It's up and it's down, you can't rearrange it (Ain't that funny?) [Verse 1: Tsu-Surf] Toast to the b**h that left me before I reached my peak Ain't know they was offering meals, she only bought meeks Blunt rolled, I probably faced the sh** Drive alone playin' 'Kiss Stressing over a b**h that let Drake lyrics run a relationship What a waste and sh**, still trying to make it hit Industry won't listen to hood, say I'm hot as bacon bits Went to stripper shows strapped up, parked that bull The 24 verses with Gods and parks on the board 24 with options, got me feeling like I'm Yao Right person, right place, would do this thing right now You can take it how you wanna, if they sleeping let them slumber Same n***as, same numbers, same Decembers turned summers Joey said I need to chill, cool and calm, patient Focus on the goal at hand, keep my mind vacant Still keep that wild side, gotta time place it So my 40 still good, I'm Sanaa Lathan Budden like them young hoes, I'm more into cougars 38 or better, grown women, grown shooters (get it?) I don't know what's what, let me get a few more f** ups Before I'm cuffed up [Hook] [Verse 2: Ransom] These critic commenters are switching fast, I did the math I swam in the pool of sharks and now I'm just in a different cla** These kids is trash, the garbage is getting bothersome I wish I could see the past, I'm eliminating who fathered 'em You could trace all the scars on 'em Connect the wounds and you could say that it's martyrdom Watch me tear out the heart of 'em, ain't nobody as hard as him The God is him so Holyfield wouldn't spar with him Just guard your chin They told me I could replace a reverend Walk through the fires of hell and get through the gates of heaven It's Armageddon, you'll find this sh** in the heart of legends It's hard to bet him, you wonder where all these bars is headin' Too far to get 'em, I'm saying it's just a different level My thoughts have caused destruction, terror and twisted metal It's just a ghetto, these b**hes telling me step up So rest up, a boy in the hood is giving their chest nuts So guess what, the disrespectful even respect us f**ing with women who couldn't cook, but they chef'ed up I'm next up, these tales you couldn't relate to 'em So when you talking it only feels like you fake to 'em Come and talk to 'em [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Look, she's asking, "what was I supposed to do?" Tell me who put that roof over you Them Loubie sandals, trench coats for you That new S Panoramic roof over you I just need you to know the game, I can't keep coaching you She think I wanna f** b**hes cause it's summer time But I was on some f** b**hes, you was summer fine I'm talking from experience, it's just what's on the mind It's sounding foreign to you now, but that'll come in time I'm a go-getter I'm Mr. If-That-b**h-Is-Bad-Then-Go-Get-Her This is Wainwright up in the fourth of a no hitter Straight from Joe scripture, bad business I'm just giving you bars with no liquors She tell me I'm coldhearted, "how could you be this numb?" Then she asks, how could she be this dumb? But there's a transfer of energy And your hand in its synergy Is ruining my chance at serenity This emotion versus logic So let me put it this way so the arguing can stop it Wanna know how you know if I really want to f** that b**h? Cause I'd go ahead and f** that b**h Wouldn't tweet her, wouldn't be a trace of this b**h No pictures, wouldn't know the face of this b**h That's real, you can't keep a grown man confined Especially not a man of my mind, but let me handle this grind [Hook]