Joe Budden - Unthinkable lyrics
[Joe Budden - Unthinkable lyrics]
"The funny thing is that you
Really you actually really beat, so"
"I ain't fuck that, bitch you
Crazy? Are you loco
Nigga? If she put a long tan hat
On she'd look like a cigarette"
Ta ha jersey
Uh i'm on it
What us Jers? Clue, what up? E, what up?
Real quick, check me out now, look
Shout to all my fans
Glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still tryna acquire more
Ain't gotta be abrupt
I tell em' like I tell my
Girl, you doing a great job, now keep it up
And I promise I'll take you
Higher then you ever seen
40 milligram flow, chased by Promethazine
Lack of competitors, yappin' 'bout etcetera
Can't tell if I'm listening
To rappers or treasurers
And as a poet I feel like I
Owe it not to go astray
So everything inside me Ginuwine, no Solé
You gotta blame it on my upbringing
It goes back to when Tyrese
Was on the bus singing
Yeah, I guess that's why
Shorty's attracted to me self made style
The label ain't attach it to me
Aside from when she comes through I
Get her ribs in order
And the neighbors would know my name
If the crib was smaller
But no groupies, them walls are windows
The basement is the movies
Pool by the jacuzzi
The hallways echo, the closet is a bedroom
The sauna fit's five comfortably
Plenty leg room
Like the La Montagne Carwash in the garage
She from the projects so she
Thinks it's a mirage
Told her I got my own concierge (But)
She was more impressed that she
Could do her laundry here
But all I'm tryna do is bust her, Flipmode
Problem is I think she seen
Too many flicks though
She said she'd only be impressed
By a diamond ring (Or)
Or if I had a hot tub that's a time machine
These bloggers'll have you thinkin'
That I'm abnormal
So when you read it can't say that
I ain't try to warn you
I respond so mature, so unlike Joe
What they write though is all wrong
Just a typo
I just learned to be alone without an Iso
All a nigga gotta do is take the high road
Two words for my enemies: die slow
Full-time pyro'
Could do this with my eyes closed
They say you doin' something wrong if
All the critics love you
For some it's a career
For some it's just a hustle
Me, all I do is win, that begins
With not rockin' my Lebrons 'less the
Nigga got a triple double (Talk to 'em)
Before youse rap dudes put me in ya verse
Assess your situation, picture it being worse
You askin' to get fucked
How could you not assume
It's like inviting Ricky Martin
In a locker room hip-Hop just a journey
Most number one seeds got clipped
Just like the tourney
If it don't involve myself
Then it really don't concern me chea
Really you actually really beat, so"
"I ain't fuck that, bitch you
Crazy? Are you loco
Nigga? If she put a long tan hat
On she'd look like a cigarette"
Ta ha jersey
Uh i'm on it
What us Jers? Clue, what up? E, what up?
Real quick, check me out now, look
Shout to all my fans
Glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still tryna acquire more
Ain't gotta be abrupt
I tell em' like I tell my
Girl, you doing a great job, now keep it up
And I promise I'll take you
Higher then you ever seen
40 milligram flow, chased by Promethazine
Lack of competitors, yappin' 'bout etcetera
Can't tell if I'm listening
To rappers or treasurers
And as a poet I feel like I
Owe it not to go astray
So everything inside me Ginuwine, no Solé
You gotta blame it on my upbringing
It goes back to when Tyrese
Was on the bus singing
Yeah, I guess that's why
Shorty's attracted to me self made style
The label ain't attach it to me
Aside from when she comes through I
Get her ribs in order
And the neighbors would know my name
If the crib was smaller
But no groupies, them walls are windows
The basement is the movies
Pool by the jacuzzi
The hallways echo, the closet is a bedroom
The sauna fit's five comfortably
Plenty leg room
Like the La Montagne Carwash in the garage
She from the projects so she
Thinks it's a mirage
Told her I got my own concierge (But)
She was more impressed that she
Could do her laundry here
But all I'm tryna do is bust her, Flipmode
Problem is I think she seen
Too many flicks though
She said she'd only be impressed
By a diamond ring (Or)
Or if I had a hot tub that's a time machine
These bloggers'll have you thinkin'
That I'm abnormal
So when you read it can't say that
I ain't try to warn you
I respond so mature, so unlike Joe
What they write though is all wrong
Just a typo
I just learned to be alone without an Iso
All a nigga gotta do is take the high road
Two words for my enemies: die slow
Full-time pyro'
Could do this with my eyes closed
They say you doin' something wrong if
All the critics love you
For some it's a career
For some it's just a hustle
Me, all I do is win, that begins
With not rockin' my Lebrons 'less the
Nigga got a triple double (Talk to 'em)
Before youse rap dudes put me in ya verse
Assess your situation, picture it being worse
You askin' to get fucked
How could you not assume
It's like inviting Ricky Martin
In a locker room hip-Hop just a journey
Most number one seeds got clipped
Just like the tourney
If it don't involve myself
Then it really don't concern me chea