Joe Budden - Pain In His Life lyrics

Padded Room, February 24th joebuddentvcom
We up niggas internet soldiers
I hope this nigga fight better
Than he can diss
You lose in both arenas, home and away
You like the Knicks
They call it fucking Slaughterhouse
For a reason, nigga
Joey, nigga, fell for the trap, woo
Told y'all uh, Joey
Nigga fell for the mouse trap
Nigga put cheese right on the mouse trap
You came right to it, dick look, look, look

It's like a lose-lose, already my rep ruined
How I beat dude we know will accept losin'?
"Underachiever" was a underachiever
Almost thought you would come
With the "Ether" i know he got niggas in his
Camp like, "spaz on him, " gassin' him
Bafflin' him, real talk


Some don't wanna see ya
That Scram shit'll put both
Hands around ya neck
Said you better get ya head
Fucked from under the cleaver
I'm the one that'll beast ya
You got a gut feelin' you hot
(Me?) I think you can't stomach a fever
Can't think of why a wack nigga
Want it with me for
I leave my mark on you like
It's one of ya features
Nigga, ask how it feel to have Maino's face
I'm way ahead man, this ain't no race
Stop playin' i'm the bomb with the pen
I'm more like a bomb with no pin
How the fuck is Saigon gonna win?
He a loss of interest
Talkin' 'bout my son is senseless
So I make sure the dude can't see
Smell or hear
Can't touch, can't taste, now he defenseless
'Cause ain't a bullet in this
World you can bench press
Speak Tahiry, I'ma speak Austin
The one that'll suck ya dick if you flossin'
Game old bitch that everybody was tossin'
The one that you literally
Begged for that abortion
So we both gone wild
Said, we both love hoes and
That's just our style but Sai if you think
It's different, my nigga, you goin' senile
I just kiss mine and yours is
The mother of ya child, blaow
Shots peel at ya entourage
Nigga couldn't get a deal on Entourage
So like, how is it harder to be me?
If I lose in real life
But you can't even win on TV?
Me I'm probably iller, probably wit' gorillas
In ya lobby with the shotty and chinchillas
You a rapper or a bodybuilder?
I'll have him in the ER
With Doc trying to put him
Back together like a bodybuilder
Please tell me why dude Just Blaze signed
Can't even get a bassline outta Bassline
Look at the new kid sounding stupid
Nigga, I made Just more money than you did
The nerve of the loser
Keep trying to hide weak ass bars
Behind the work of producers
In the word of computers, is he MIA
'Cause he been fell off like
Yung Berg on the scooter
So him and his bas' flow need to lay low
Couple red lights will ruin
His whole stage show
Then put him on my payroll
How's he the Yardfather when I'm
Dictating where the grave go?
Been years, he's taking L's still
Turtle couldn't help him, maybe a shell will
Don't look like a winner to me
A small meal to a pitchfork
You lookin' like dinner to me
Plus ya diss track sound like
A beginner to me
Ya whole shine's like a dimmer
To me, fight who, nigga?
You better know how we get it in Jerz
Velcro his tongue
Hope dude stick to his word
Nigga, you'll be in an ally covered
And you don't love the kids
You just wanna make us think
That you Sally Struthers
I'll pit you with the worse kind of men
Dudes who become everything they condemn
You would think that jail
Learned him a lesson
Until he brag about e'rything
He learned in jail
Nah, I don't think his struggle was lackin'
He did a long bid
Came home and had trouble adaptin'
Afraid of adulthood, has trouble relaxin'
No choices, had to try his hustle at rappin'
Here's a jewel
Maybe you should put ya first
Disc out on Amazon
Before you go fronting when the camera on
And the poor fans kept the hope
But prison was the only place
He was next to blow
So he calls me a fag like he homophobic
'Cause they had him on his knees like, "Homo
Hold it!"
Run around, be screamin', "Oh, don't poke it"
It's a small world
How you think Joe don't know it?
Guess there's where the lies get deeper
He went in a tight end and
Came out a wide receiver
There's bones in ya closet
That you can't hide
Fans know you went to jail, me? I know why
Sai, you ain't brollic enough
Somebody better play third wheel and
Try to stop the fuck
'Cause, I'll put it in fifth gear
Like who he gon' threaten next?
Fill his whole body with metal
Now he Weapon X had the upper hand from go
Shirt always off, how does it feel D'Angelo
To get naked like a down hooker?
My dudes outta town'll book ya
Ya whole gangsta's brown sugar
With no point to his vlog
Had the world waitin'
Flexing for 10 minutes like he
Had a girl tape him just co-signed for you
Said you had a classic
Now he got no time for you
Wrote you off on taxes
Now he lonely, vulnerable, lookin' soft
Tried to help him, I been in his shoes
I just took 'em off
To put it simply, how can he offend me?
I can teach 'em how to live
Real major on an indie
So picture dude upsettin' me
Stop complaining and take control of
Your own fuckin' destiny
He blames radio, blames Atlantic
Craig Kalman, but I can't blame 'em
They panicked nobody scared he's like hockey
Retired for a minute
Came back and nobody cared
So for me to take this serious, homes
Get Mook, Loaded Lux, Jin maybe Serius Jones
To help write your shit
Make it brand and new
If not, look for the nation who abandoned you
Be mad at yourself and ask yourself
You know I'm a rap giant, why Plax yourself?
Dude went ahead, axed himself
He cut off his nose to spite his face
Mike Jack'd himself
Bryan, how the fuck you think lesser of me?
When you easily the lesser MC
Thought it'd be fun but that's deaded to me
This point I'm battlin' my own perception
Try and beat what's expected of me
Nino Bless said you was a bull, too
But, I'm in widescreen
I ain't see that full view
I know how ya ho ass felt
Make it so you can't eat
Put an extra hole in that belt
Ain't a gain in site
Cocoa Chanelle ain't the only nigga that'll
Put a pain in his life
Dead weight, get ya head straight
Cut the track off, listen to ya thoughts
Checkmate