Joe Budden - Get the Picture lyrics
[Joe Budden - Get the Picture lyrics]
Lord, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
And the courage to change the things i can
And the wisdom to know the difference
Lord im trying to keep good faith
But it seems like I'm the
Nigga that the hood hates
Did my dirt, thought I was past that
Lord I feel like I'm being laughed at
I got some issues they
Making me wanna backtrack
I tried to talk about it, less as I could
But, I'm starting to feel strange
When I'm repping my hood
Some haters they trying to make me rumble
See me headed for the goal with the
Ball they trying to make me fumble
It's some bullshit, beef back around the way
Should I pick up the pound tre
Blow these clowns away?
Catch 'em puffing on a ounce of yay
Drive by, let a couple of rounds spray
Then bounce to VA?
Should I ask God to show me a sign
Had to see something?
Totally forgetting about the fact I
Gotta see it coming
Worse case scenario is you and me dead
Cause some niggas don't get the
Picture 'til the eulogy's said
Lord I can't to talk to niggas
Their ears won't listen and if I do whats in
My naturethere's no missing
See I tried to avoid beefing
But, if I pop this nigga then
Fuck iteverything happens for a reason
Lord grant me serenity to
Not murder my enemies
Doing a 100 on Kennedy 'til
The feds finish me mouse'll do the gat shit
Put a tool to the bastard
Joe says to kill 'em breathing
And pursue this rap shit
Fall back or cock back
I ain't fighting no more
I tried to show niggas love and
They ain't like what they saw
Lord this gotta be me with 2 guns on my waist
Cause what I look like, running away
Never the case throwing blows at my set
Gettin bold with threats
Only reason your block breathing is
I sold my tech now snakes are gettin smarter
And when the haters wanna hear something
In particular they listen harder
I left town looked that shitty coming back
But fuck I'm just tryin to put
My city on the map
It's becomin to be a problem
That I rap this hard
I tried to start the takeover
And come back for ya'll
Lord should I start to war
Wit a bunch of felons?
Should I hold the city hostage
Put it under surveillance?
Somebody's trying to knock down the
Shit that I built
Is that enough to make me live
With the guilt? answer back
What if I get off family grieving within?
Friends sayin what a great rapper
He could have been
But Lord if that happens then revenge is next
What if my dogs get killed
Tryin to avenge my death?
I'm thinkin all love ya thinking
The kid is nervous i think partners
You think I reneged on purpose
Should I shed the blood of a
Cat I once shed blood for?
Should i kill a nigga that
I once had love for?
Aight partner since you love to hate
Wanna play the ace of hearts like
I won't cut with a spade
Figure worse case scenario is you and me dead
Lord this nigga won't get the
Picture til the eulogy's said
To accept the things I cannot change
And the courage to change the things i can
And the wisdom to know the difference
Lord im trying to keep good faith
But it seems like I'm the
Nigga that the hood hates
Did my dirt, thought I was past that
Lord I feel like I'm being laughed at
I got some issues they
Making me wanna backtrack
I tried to talk about it, less as I could
But, I'm starting to feel strange
When I'm repping my hood
Some haters they trying to make me rumble
See me headed for the goal with the
Ball they trying to make me fumble
It's some bullshit, beef back around the way
Should I pick up the pound tre
Blow these clowns away?
Catch 'em puffing on a ounce of yay
Drive by, let a couple of rounds spray
Then bounce to VA?
Should I ask God to show me a sign
Had to see something?
Totally forgetting about the fact I
Gotta see it coming
Worse case scenario is you and me dead
Cause some niggas don't get the
Picture 'til the eulogy's said
Lord I can't to talk to niggas
Their ears won't listen and if I do whats in
My naturethere's no missing
See I tried to avoid beefing
But, if I pop this nigga then
Fuck iteverything happens for a reason
Lord grant me serenity to
Not murder my enemies
Doing a 100 on Kennedy 'til
The feds finish me mouse'll do the gat shit
Put a tool to the bastard
Joe says to kill 'em breathing
And pursue this rap shit
Fall back or cock back
I ain't fighting no more
I tried to show niggas love and
They ain't like what they saw
Lord this gotta be me with 2 guns on my waist
Cause what I look like, running away
Never the case throwing blows at my set
Gettin bold with threats
Only reason your block breathing is
I sold my tech now snakes are gettin smarter
And when the haters wanna hear something
In particular they listen harder
I left town looked that shitty coming back
But fuck I'm just tryin to put
My city on the map
It's becomin to be a problem
That I rap this hard
I tried to start the takeover
And come back for ya'll
Lord should I start to war
Wit a bunch of felons?
Should I hold the city hostage
Put it under surveillance?
Somebody's trying to knock down the
Shit that I built
Is that enough to make me live
With the guilt? answer back
What if I get off family grieving within?
Friends sayin what a great rapper
He could have been
But Lord if that happens then revenge is next
What if my dogs get killed
Tryin to avenge my death?
I'm thinkin all love ya thinking
The kid is nervous i think partners
You think I reneged on purpose
Should I shed the blood of a
Cat I once shed blood for?
Should i kill a nigga that
I once had love for?
Aight partner since you love to hate
Wanna play the ace of hearts like
I won't cut with a spade
Figure worse case scenario is you and me dead
Lord this nigga won't get the
Picture til the eulogy's said