Joe Budden - Sing for the Moment Freestyle lyrics

Now first thing's first motherfucker
I don't know you
And lets put it in the air, get it clear
That I don't owe you
Nobody wants to start of from scratch
With they own Pro Tools
They'd rather blow you
Bring you to places you don't go to
The bad guy, because I
Refuse to remain local, or
Beef with the people I say no too
Cause I'm the focal
I don't deal with you dudes who seem to think
That I got my deal out the blue
Four years ago shit I was feelin' like you
With five bucks to my name
Rips and tears in my shoes
Borrowin' outfit's
No food starvin' that's mouse shit
But now that mouse on
Nigga's act like the kitchen


Oven, didn't used to keep
The whole house warm, i was without ohh
I ain't accept my flaws, beggin' the
Dealer for a hit, like please
Just accept my shorts
Nothin' mine except for my draws, they pegged
Me a loss, misguided, kid hopeless
They misquoted motherfuckers

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord
Will take you away

And A ohh ohh ohh walk with me

The white folk, see my truck
Start reactin' liking, get surprised
When yeah it's a black kid driving
Thumbs up, now they start yakin, vibrant
Asking me how'ss the traction they
Was interested in buyin'
Hood see me in it, say I don't deserve
It, I'm not worth it, shouldn't have it
They should jack it
They think I'm flossing, with the windows
Down starin' at folks, you motherfucker
Joey sharin' the hope
And why in the mall, they eyein me
For, like I stole items before, tah
Nigga I could buy this store
And why when I'm walkin in the bank
Tryin to get my good house and my
Mortgage and they think that I'm fraudulent
Think I can't afford it when the pores of my
Skin are dark and I'm a young buck
They think I got young bucks
Dumb fucks, so ignorant, think I
Only came to run muck
Make me wanna resort to my ways somewhat
They say you soft when you move out the hood
So my goal is to make all
Of my loved ones punks
My pop, my mother, my son, his mother
My girl, my brother my entire squad
We'll be soft from afar
Haters wanna shoot me and graise me blocka
Caused I'm from the hood
But my mumma raised me proper
And if you hate Joey then you hatin the best
You hate yourself, you hate growth
Hate success thinking of the hands on
In the hallway cyphers and I thank God
He knows he wasn't always like this
It gets better the more he guides us
You can tell cause the haters
Didn't always dislike us

Joey offerin' substance
Without a mood or mind altering substance
That no longer alters my substance
I'm thankful for every single fan that I get
And just think, years ago
Shit I was planning to quit
But nah, I'll keep troopin' it
For y'all at tripple dub Joebuddencom that
Type "Joey keep doin' it"
Yall who though we wouldn't
See shine in Jerz
For the kids that idolize me, just cause
I can rhyme words for y'all struggling
I know it's hard getting by
For dude that said Calm Down
Helped him stop getting high
For the gangstas, hustlers
Mobsters that move weight
For dudes that followed Jumpoff from
The first Clue tape
For all the credit that I'm not used ta
For the people saying I'm the future
Thank you
Y'all help a nigga make it through the fake
Shit, even do it for the haters
You too can make it
For my niggas on the corner
Giving me pounds and shit
For all the teachers said Joey
Wouldn't amount to shit
My mommy at my video shoot
She crying and all
For little man with the marker
Saying sign my ball
For all my true fans, all the people that
Support me, the people that adore me
When they could have ignored me
Thinking of Lincoln High, in the hallway
Cyphers, and I thank God
He knows it wasn't always like this