Joe Budden - Transitions lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Can't claim that I'm changin', but you're trippin' Kickin' that stupid sh** so long, I start feelin' dumb when I listen I had to get out of that position I ain't got nothin' but real sh** on my mind, and you're just fishin' You're diluting your purpose the more you mix it These [***] always complaining, just work hard through the b**hin Arive right in your isle with a smirk, they support the vision Collision and the system is designed to keep your mind in a prison If you look a while, you'll find the wisdom It's not in the media, infatuation with the television Where's the love? You done left all your principles in the club Life hittin' you several times, guess it's hard to feel the pinch through the d** Is there exception for a thug? Caught in the trap, but in creation perfect morning end up catchin' a slug Most of them sinkin' tryin' to make it out the mug Duckin' trouble 24/7 and their only vacation is dusk [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Fake love, gossip and hate, that's all they givin' Gotta make it out this mo'f**in' maze, cause that ain't livin' Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin' Don't get caught up in the same route, runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin' They ghetto talkin', you don't listen Get your act together or there'll be somebody's n***a' missin' Here's to makin' the transition Money over everything, you see the vision? [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Somewhere praying on your downfall like it works Get in the cork inverb the energy before I write the verse Thinkin' of ways to shade a n***a' spite rehearse What is you waiting for? You find it hard to cross me, ice it first I've been gone so long, look back I see dust Went took the trust, banned from the circle here forever last time you'll be discussed In this paper chase you won't pa** mine, dyin' to rush Turn on any [***] you're linked to, bet your family members lying disgust Should have been ballin' but your team jumpin' Put in the category of n***as that check for you when you need somethin' Lookin' out for your broke ego, you're greed drunkin' Don't nobody want you around really, relieved from it Let it slide it gets worse, call him out on this sh** he sorry Usually his clique first, won't be joining your pitty party Patience can't be found now, pushed it up to the limit probably Waitin' in the wing still, shakey movin' forgive him, hardly [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Fake love, gossip and hate, that's all they givin' Gotta make it out this mo'f**in' maze, cause that ain't livin' Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin' Don't get caught up in the same route, runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin' They ghetto talkin', you don't listen Get your act together or there'll be somebody's n***a' missin' Here's to makin' the transition Money over everything, you see the vision? [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Used to have voices in my head, that's cool Cause the boy still here well fed, that's true Mean that since truth's all that I had, gotta' carry that When nothin' you propose or alter it, gotta' marry that How we interpret that merge is all relative I stand behind every word, we all relatives Less made men, over a decade in I'm from the days when lil' n***as got they chest caved in See I left home and sleepin' in parks was like a meltin' pot Ain't DM an ex it was dark baby and hell is hot Black MPV was parked, used to yell it ah Drive by, circle the block, check if he fell or not Full of smokers in my polo pull-over The day a n***a' scared to be dolo and pulled over Cause they gats go ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Since I remember it all, I'm wantin' a flashback Rest in peace Grandpa, I see him chillin, this flashback Our times kinda' the same, it's tough to grasp that No code of honor and they conduct Alarmin' because seein' greevin' momas somber even Dalelama wish music was my escape I was still naive, it was beautiful when this maze crucial to how we behaved Just like concussion is brutal the way we slave They don't tutor you to what it'll do to you at this stage, listen! Fact sharing, I'm seein' no matter the scenes Between a rock and a heart places are bad pairin' I'm paranoid, plenty buy a couple feet and sh** Gettin' money is easy, the struggle's keepin' it To all the hustlers in the world, whatever your muse is hustler music, a hustler's excuses, live! Some think too small, they can't vision it Don't even bother hittin my line, I'm transitioning [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Fake love, gossip and hate, that's all they givin' Gotta make it out this mo'f**in' maze, cause that ain't livin' Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin' Don't get caught up in the same route, runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin' They ghetto talkin', you don't listen Get your act together or there'll be somebody's n***a' missin' Here's to makin' the transition Money over everything, you see the vision?