Joe Budden - Somethin' to Ride To lyrics
[Joe Budden - Somethin' to Ride To lyrics]
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I always said when I make it
There's no going back
To where the toasters clap
And we can toast to that
Them niggas hate seeing me
I'm like an open scab
I'm OT in a Cabana with an open tab
I'm in the cut though, not too many notice me
I'm strictly baritone, I play it low key
While in New York
They'll say I'm crazy like Rodman was
In Jersey, I'm what Petrović, Dražen was
Politically incorrect, Fuck being proper
Because all the faces looking real
Like the Fila Prada's
And it seems like they the
Main niggas seeing dollars
Let me get that off my chest
So I don't need a spotter
Maybe now I see why Marvin
Just needed to Holler and if you know me
Treat a hurdle like I'm Iguodala
Raisin' the bar, fucking with the stakes
He'll get you that type of fame
That your publicist will hate
So we can get the goons involved
And have the triggers squirting
But since I'm well endowed
I'll be the bigger person
Throwing darts at a Mozart, you won't go far
Trying to help kill a legend, ask Solar
Nah, this ain't something to ride to
It's more like shit you get inspired to
See I can do anything I desire to
As long as the earth's round
And the sky's blue
Nigga this ain't somethin' to ride to
This is shit that you pop pills get high to
This a warrior's anthem for survival
This is Mood Muzik, that's what I do
Check it nah, this ain't somethin' to ride to
It's more like shit for you to survive to
Roll a blunt do whatever you decide to
To celebrate my return
I'm sorry that I deprived you
Left you with tales of quick riches
Thick bitches small timers talking that big
Business is fictitious
No rhymers, slow grinders, that mo' blind us
With skills so vagina, relying on co-signers
Now they mad at me, I keep going hard repping
Cause what's a Rampage to Rashad Evans
That mouth still haul off
We'll shoot at the tires
And you ride until the wheels fall off
Check it i spent my youth in prison
I thought to get the 401K's a
Nigga had to do some pitching
But now I'm growing up
They say I'm too different
They tell me I've changed
I say that you didn't
Nah, this ain't something to ride to
It's more like shit you get inspired to
See I can do anything I desire to
As long as the earth's round
And the sky's blue
Nigga this ain't somethin' to ride to
This is shit that you pop pills get high to
This a warrior's anthem for survival
This is Mood Muzik, that's what I do
Honestly this past year's been a burden on me
Unfinished product
God is still working on me
But shout to old girl, she's never to blame
The way she swallowed had me
Thinking that I never came
With me at the funeral, with me at the wake
Black dress, black shades
Strictly for my sake our little man's two
To him it's all a surprise
I can't explain death when
He don't understand life see grandma passed
About a week before mother's day forgive me
I was worried about my mother Faye
Bad as it sounds
Wouldn't have it any other way
She was so ill
Death could have only been her escape
(Talk to 'em) and gotta mask how
That make me feel (Why?)
Since the streets is only asking
About a Shady deal
If I knew now what tomorrow
Was gonna teach me
And I told you in advance
You probably wouldn't believe me
Nah, this ain't something to ride to
It's more like shit you get inspired to
See I can do anything I desire to
As long as the earth's round
And the sky's blue
Nigga this ain't somethin' to ride to
This is shit that you pop pills get high to
This a warrior's anthem for survival
This is Mood Muzik, that's what I do
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I always said when I make it
There's no going back
To where the toasters clap
And we can toast to that
Them niggas hate seeing me
I'm like an open scab
I'm OT in a Cabana with an open tab
I'm in the cut though, not too many notice me
I'm strictly baritone, I play it low key
While in New York
They'll say I'm crazy like Rodman was
In Jersey, I'm what Petrović, Dražen was
Politically incorrect, Fuck being proper
Because all the faces looking real
Like the Fila Prada's
And it seems like they the
Main niggas seeing dollars
Let me get that off my chest
So I don't need a spotter
Maybe now I see why Marvin
Just needed to Holler and if you know me
Treat a hurdle like I'm Iguodala
Raisin' the bar, fucking with the stakes
He'll get you that type of fame
That your publicist will hate
So we can get the goons involved
And have the triggers squirting
But since I'm well endowed
I'll be the bigger person
Throwing darts at a Mozart, you won't go far
Trying to help kill a legend, ask Solar
Nah, this ain't something to ride to
It's more like shit you get inspired to
See I can do anything I desire to
As long as the earth's round
And the sky's blue
Nigga this ain't somethin' to ride to
This is shit that you pop pills get high to
This a warrior's anthem for survival
This is Mood Muzik, that's what I do
Check it nah, this ain't somethin' to ride to
It's more like shit for you to survive to
Roll a blunt do whatever you decide to
To celebrate my return
I'm sorry that I deprived you
Left you with tales of quick riches
Thick bitches small timers talking that big
Business is fictitious
No rhymers, slow grinders, that mo' blind us
With skills so vagina, relying on co-signers
Now they mad at me, I keep going hard repping
Cause what's a Rampage to Rashad Evans
That mouth still haul off
We'll shoot at the tires
And you ride until the wheels fall off
Check it i spent my youth in prison
I thought to get the 401K's a
Nigga had to do some pitching
But now I'm growing up
They say I'm too different
They tell me I've changed
I say that you didn't
Nah, this ain't something to ride to
It's more like shit you get inspired to
See I can do anything I desire to
As long as the earth's round
And the sky's blue
Nigga this ain't somethin' to ride to
This is shit that you pop pills get high to
This a warrior's anthem for survival
This is Mood Muzik, that's what I do
Honestly this past year's been a burden on me
Unfinished product
God is still working on me
But shout to old girl, she's never to blame
The way she swallowed had me
Thinking that I never came
With me at the funeral, with me at the wake
Black dress, black shades
Strictly for my sake our little man's two
To him it's all a surprise
I can't explain death when
He don't understand life see grandma passed
About a week before mother's day forgive me
I was worried about my mother Faye
Bad as it sounds
Wouldn't have it any other way
She was so ill
Death could have only been her escape
(Talk to 'em) and gotta mask how
That make me feel (Why?)
Since the streets is only asking
About a Shady deal
If I knew now what tomorrow
Was gonna teach me
And I told you in advance
You probably wouldn't believe me
Nah, this ain't something to ride to
It's more like shit you get inspired to
See I can do anything I desire to
As long as the earth's round
And the sky's blue
Nigga this ain't somethin' to ride to
This is shit that you pop pills get high to
This a warrior's anthem for survival
This is Mood Muzik, that's what I do