Joe Budden - Through The Wire lyrics
[Joe Budden - Through The Wire lyrics]
Now if it goes to the wire
I will never fall
I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me
So I'm my sole provider
If it goes to the wire i will never fall
I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me
So I'm my sole provider
Nobody thought I'd ever be dope with the pen
Whole first album was real
All wrote from within
Got a little bit of fame, I'm in the five
Top off
Lokin' again, nah, I ain't smokin' again
Maybe I was too advanced
Or 'cause the masses
Didn't go through it firsthand
Maybe they couldn't understand
The trials of a kid who never graduated
Maybe they'd rather hear some
Bullshit that's fabricated
Like my rims keep spinnin' on
The V on the ave fuck me gettin' shot at
Or me gettin' stabbed
Fuck gettin' so high to the point
That I was gettin' so high
Off of that high that I almost died
Fuck everything I've seen in
The precinct that's indecent
Or the coppers tryna keep me
In there for no reason
Fuck being homeless, rib cage showin'
Last night I had beef but had
To go there to eat
Fuck me growin' up and not gettin' to see Dad
Fuck therapy, detoxes and rehabs
Dudes in the hood being wild undercover
Or me beefin' with my child's mother
Or fuck Joe Budden the Third, chill
'Cause if you fuck with Joe
Budden the Third then, nigga, that's my word
Fuck the jealousy, deceit
Fuck the strong-arm and B&E's
Much older than twenty-three
Fuck what I'm rappin', fuck this and the pad
And nigga fuck me missin' my dad
Maybe if I rap 'bout buyin' the bar out
Or all the jewellery that I got
Then maybe y'all niggas'll listen to that
But listen
Know now that this is my whole style
And I can't rap that other shit
I don't know how all the hate shit on me
And the fakeness I see
I write the real and you
Can't take that from me
If it goes to the wire i will never fall
I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me
So I'm my sole provider
I don't write so my label can be on top
Nigga, I write so the voices
In my head just stop
Nigga, I write my life and it's way too real
This is Pay-per-view, not the Dave Chappelle
Joey hated by many and loved by few
One of the last real niggas left
What you wan' do? Trouble with my voice
But even without a voice
Still for every hood in New
Jersey I'm the choice
Used to break up in a house for a TV
Two years later, look Mouse on TV
My story nonetheless
And it's a story of success, nigga
It's the story of the best
If it goes to the wire i will never fall
I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over the coal, over fire
I will never fall
I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me
So I'm my sole provider
If it goes to the wire i will never fall
I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me
So I'm my sole provider
Nobody thought I'd ever be dope with the pen
Whole first album was real
All wrote from within
Got a little bit of fame, I'm in the five
Top off
Lokin' again, nah, I ain't smokin' again
Maybe I was too advanced
Or 'cause the masses
Didn't go through it firsthand
Maybe they couldn't understand
The trials of a kid who never graduated
Maybe they'd rather hear some
Bullshit that's fabricated
Like my rims keep spinnin' on
The V on the ave fuck me gettin' shot at
Or me gettin' stabbed
Fuck gettin' so high to the point
That I was gettin' so high
Off of that high that I almost died
Fuck everything I've seen in
The precinct that's indecent
Or the coppers tryna keep me
In there for no reason
Fuck being homeless, rib cage showin'
Last night I had beef but had
To go there to eat
Fuck me growin' up and not gettin' to see Dad
Fuck therapy, detoxes and rehabs
Dudes in the hood being wild undercover
Or me beefin' with my child's mother
Or fuck Joe Budden the Third, chill
'Cause if you fuck with Joe
Budden the Third then, nigga, that's my word
Fuck the jealousy, deceit
Fuck the strong-arm and B&E's
Much older than twenty-three
Fuck what I'm rappin', fuck this and the pad
And nigga fuck me missin' my dad
Maybe if I rap 'bout buyin' the bar out
Or all the jewellery that I got
Then maybe y'all niggas'll listen to that
But listen
Know now that this is my whole style
And I can't rap that other shit
I don't know how all the hate shit on me
And the fakeness I see
I write the real and you
Can't take that from me
If it goes to the wire i will never fall
I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me
So I'm my sole provider
I don't write so my label can be on top
Nigga, I write so the voices
In my head just stop
Nigga, I write my life and it's way too real
This is Pay-per-view, not the Dave Chappelle
Joey hated by many and loved by few
One of the last real niggas left
What you wan' do? Trouble with my voice
But even without a voice
Still for every hood in New
Jersey I'm the choice
Used to break up in a house for a TV
Two years later, look Mouse on TV
My story nonetheless
And it's a story of success, nigga
It's the story of the best
If it goes to the wire i will never fall
I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over the coal, over fire