Joe Budden - Spring Training lyrics

We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizing Nah, I'm not rapping, I'm prophesizing Quite simply, seat back, diamond white Bentley Approach it I might empty, since I never gave a fu*k Ain't nothing you can say that might offend me Not when only reason shorty's in the ride is to ? me When you do a little better they begin to hate ya So I keep animals with me, it's just in my nature If you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make ya You just keep hearing what's coming from them incinerators But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it Me, I been to hell and back the sh** is over rated But every day could be your last, so if trouble met me He'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys You want a crash course? Know the damages I promise y'all that if I got high I'd smoke Canibus From best to worst, from legend to barely here Since they repo'd your prime this sh** ain't really fair Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight Lost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8 In '012 why rep that hard? And who the f** dug him up from Wyclef's backyard? But off him, not a part of you is trife And you can't afford the drama when your Arsenal's a knife No heart in you to survive, n***a living like an orphan Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans I ain't even got to stab you, far from a threat I don't get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you Come to rapper sh**, you real bad at matching wits I'm better with a badder b**h, how I'm not the catalyst? When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit I fall off the same day Tyler Perry'll miss it But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly Call this a rivalry when your idle's me How you throw a shot at everything you try to be? Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me Now tell me that's your strategy son The clip's extended, they looking like Natalie Nunn Sayin' we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me? As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies And if you decide to cross Joe, I'll be waiting with a crossbow And feed his torso to my baby cane corso sh** has gone far enough, it's time to finish this Should stop starting chess matches 'gainst the limitless Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy I don't care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke You think the fans are buying music, I'm selling hope Here's some insight homie, f** making a friend My funeral gonna be by invite-only By chance I'm going to hell maybe for selling dope I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope Might want to see Heaven, might need a telescope A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar's low Bottle service, maybe a couple who*es High ceilings, flat screens and double doors I'm not a cult member, I'm not a worshipper Just a Jers n***a tryin'a have a couple words with her Strollin' through the hood till she seem outta place Used to n***as blowing her up that'll cling to her waist Me, I've never been a n***a that a fiend had to chase Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face So I put my G stacks up against your little weed stash A one time only event, won't get a recap Aim it at his knee caps, have n***as in your crib When you get home, your lil' girl in the back they think it's TCAP So y'all can put all the blaming on me But keep in mind this is training for me