Joe Budden - Better Me lyrics
[Joe Budden - Better Me lyrics]
Only right considering the ghetto
Was my Hostel
Memory is gone but I’m recalling
All through High School
Even at my lowest I was
Sitting on my high stool
That’s what being high do
If I couldn’t do shit
Was always able to tote
They told that a nigga would die
Before 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
Being from the hood ‘ll be my scapegoat
Or can it be
Cause I wasn’t born into a canopy
Maybe I was prone to falling
In love with vanity
Tell me shit you reap is the shit you sow
Tell God I’m better then the shit I show
I gotta grow another, Dig me up from
Under what is covering the better part of me
Now niggas say I floss too much
So, has he changed cause I don’t think
That thousand dollar T costs too much
All they should say is that he’s strong
Came out the fire unscathed
Yea I carried on, Lou Vuitton carry on
Had the ‘matti’ on
But my blessings at a delay
Now to lace my chick at
Esay is sort of cliche
Plane ain’t gon never land
Unless it’s in Netherlands
20 on that gold face breightling
With the leather band
Asked for a better hand
I tried colliding with my problems, yea
I never ran that would make me less a man
I ain’t go from not having
It to being arrogant
I dreamt, went grabbin it
Just being passionate
Some niggas get complacent, why?
Dudes is new born birds just afraid to fly
If your foot's on the brakes, can’t ride
Me, I spread my wings inhale
And embrace that high
Another, Dig me up from
Under what is covering the better part of me
Give it away, give it away, give it away now!
Give it away, give it away, give it away now!
Give it away, give it away, give it away now!
Give it away, give it away, give it away now!
Part of me was gruesome, I ain’t change
I grew some and if I did change I’d
Welcome 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 360
Cause, I don’t burn it down
But to me it’s common sense
Wanna see the other side? Gotta turn around
Show ‘em ya game face
I tell ‘em we was on the same
Track but wasn’t running that same race
We ain’t in the same space
But I ain’t gonna change pace
Something won’t let me slow down
I can’t explain fate
So don’t say I went from broke to bourgeois
I’m far from high end
I just know what suit's me ma’fucka!