Joe Budden - Through The Wire lyrics

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Joe Budden - Through The Wire lyrics

[Hook: Joe Budden] Now if it goes to the wire I will never fall I got the soul of a fighter Walk barefoot over coal over fire Nobody's gonna love me like me so I'm my sole provider X2 [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Nobody thought I'd ever be dope with the pen Whole first album was real, all wrote from within Got a little bit of fame I'm in the 5, top off and y'all lokin' again Nah I ain't smokin' again Maybe I was too advanced Or 'cause the ma**es didn't go through it first hand Maybe they couldn't understand The trials of a kid who never graduated Maybe they'd rather hear some bullsh** that's fabricated Like my rims keep spinnin' on the V on the ave f** me gettin' shot at or me gettin' stabbed f** gettin' so high to the point that I was gettin' so high Off of that high that I almost died f** everything I've seen in the precinct that's indecent Or the coppers tryna keep me in there for no reason f** me being homeless Rib cage showin' Last night I had beef but had to go there to eat f** me growin' up and not gettin' to see Dad f** therapy, detoxes and rehabs Dudes in the hood being wild undercover Or me beefin' with my child's mother Or f** Joe Budden the 3rd Chill, 'cause if you f** with Joe Budden the 3rd Then n***a that's my word f** the jealousy, deceit f** the strong-armed B&E's 'Cause life's much older than 23 f** what I'm rappin' f** this and the pad And n***a f** me missin' my dad Maybe if I rap 'bout buyin' the bar out Or all the j**elry that I got Then maybe y'all n***as'll listen to that But listen, know now that this is my whole style And I can't rap that other sh**, I don't know how All the hate sh** on me And the fakeness I see I write the REAL that you can't take that from me [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] I don't write so my label can be on top n***a I write so the voices in my head just stop n***a I write my life and it's way too real This is Pay-per-view not the Dave Chappelle Joey hated by many and loved by few One of the last real n***as left What you wan' do? Trouble with my voice, but even without a voice Still for every hood in New Jersey I'm the choice Used to break up in a house for a TV Two years later, look Mouse on TV My story nonetheless And it's a story of success n***a it's the story of the best [Hook]