Artist: Joe Budden Album: Halfway House Song: Better Me * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * Amalgam Digital download bonus track [Intro: Joe Budden] Uhh - I hear what niggaz sayin Niggaz gon' talk to me like Like when I come on the plane and shit, Louie's on When I sit out in the front of the muh'fuckin plane with the Daily News With my legs crossed and shit Wanna act like I ain't earn my seat When I'm watchin muh'fuckers walk to the back and shit, when it's coach You Pat Riley in that shit nigga [Joe Budden] Look here, look, look; I get a ghetto gospel Only right considerin the ghetto was my hostel Memory is gone but I'm recallin all through high school Even at my lowest, I was sittin on my high stool That's what bein high do If I couldn't do shit, was always able to toke They told me that a nigga'd die 'fore I was able to vote Probably cause me and my constituents, and all the shit we did The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is With my treason, came a cause that I believed in Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason? At times I had to take dough, nigga did whatever for a peso Bein from the hood'll be my scapegoat Or can it be, cause I wasn't born into a canopy Maybe I was prone to fallin in love with vanity Tell me shit you reap is the shit you sow Tell God I'm better than the shit I show, I gotta grow, c'mon [sample and instrumental break] [Joe Budden] Whoa... I hope niggaz see that, l-look Now niggaz say I floss too much – so, has he changed? Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar tee cost too much All they should say is that he's strong Came out the fire unscathed, yeah I carried on Lou' Vuitton carry-on Had they Mattie on, with my blessings at a delay Now to lace my chick in {?} is sorta cliché Plane ain't gon' ever land, 'less it's in the Netherlands Twenty on that gold face, Breitling with the leather band Ask for a better hand I tried collidin with my problems, yeah I never ran That'll make me less a man I ain't go from not, havin it to bein arrogant I dreamt, went grabbin it, just bein passionate Some niggaz get complaints and why Dudes is newborn birds, just afraid to fly But if your foot's on the breaks, can't ride (me) Me, I spread my wings, inhale and embrace that high [sample and instrumental break] [Joe Budden] Give it away, give it away, give it away now {*3X*} L-look, l-look, look Part of me was gruesome, I ain't changed, I grew some And if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come Dudes that smoked trees with me, dudes that used to be with me They say I switched up on 'em and did a three-sixty Cause I don't burn it down But to me it's common sense, you wan' see the other side gotta turn around Show 'em your game face I tell 'em we was on the same track but wasn't runnin that same race (nigga) Weighin in the same space (but) but I ain't gon' change pace Somethin won't let me slow down, I can't explain fate So don't say I went from broke to bougie I'm far from high-end, I just know what suits me, muh'fucker [sample and instrumental break to the end]