Joe Budden, Chris Webby - Won't Be Today lyrics
Christian Webster
[Joe Budden, Chris Webby - Won't Be Today lyrics]
I've been here for a minute
While they judged I lived it
And I've proved I'm here to stay
Now they all gather in and listen till
There's nothing left to give 'em
But, I still got more to say
I had a struggle on my ride here
Caught up in the grind and
I almost lost my way
But, if I ever call it quit's
All I know is this
It won't be today (it won't be today)
I'm a survivor, I've waited my turn
Now it's my time sir
Had to dig deep, pick axe, coal miner
I'm like Ghost Rider
Blazing a trail and flow fire
Shit my razor sharp lyrics turn
Your fitted to a visor
That mix tape supplier
Pulsing through your speaker wires
With a dutchie and a lighter
Stay higher than frequent fliers
My word game demolishing these
Halfway decent writers
They rubbing sticks together I'm
Your local heat provider
Swerving through the street dividers like
It's Large Marge whipping it
Music juiced up
Get a car charge with this shit
Now they asking questions like they
"Nardwuar" in this bitch
Still I keep it dirty like a
Barn yard when I spit
Bars hard ripping shit
Murder and I bury beats always come to play
At the studio in a pair of cleats
A pterodactyl to these
Mother fucking parakeets take it to the top
Even higher than my hand can reach
Look for some of y'all to relate
Ya I trap you in a box for a season
Bullets bobbing and weaving still
They popping and squeezing
No law to abide by
Still you watching for deeds and
What's worse
You can't think of any logical reason
Been learned
When the pass comes it might be a no look
In the trap they keep you
That's why I stayed in my notebook
The tougher you try to be
The lesser I was impressed
And I wish the nigga would like
I had his best interest
Arms like tree trunks, weight is relentless
Fuck the world I'm going ape
On this bench press
Careful with my foot and though they
Trimmed off half the ledge
I'm along for your sake dawg
Me and the fags don't mesh
'Bout that, you'll see how I react to threats
Hear the gun sing or meet the
Knife with the jagged edge
But shit ain't how it used to be
So let my foes know they gotta get used to me
Me giving up? It won't happen today
Rap til the day that they fucking bury me
Put me in a casket to lay
So while I'm here just listen up
To what I happen to say
I'll show you history being
Made in elaborate ways
I'm still a fully independent juggernaut
Up in this shit B
Tryin' to make that capital
Holding down my shift key
The undisputed Best in the Burbs
Is what I still be, so feel me
'Cuz fucking with the flow is more than risky
A dog built like a doberman-pit mix breed
You pussy cats coughing up
Hairballs like Stimpy me? I spit venom
Now I'm reppin in the big leagues a grizzly
Laughing while you teddy bears diss me
Hehhh, so if they ain't digging
The flow fuck 'em go Mighty Joe Young in the
Building with Joe Budden
Show I'm something with this music shit
Out here doing it
We ain't going nowhere bitch so
Get used to it
While they judged I lived it
And I've proved I'm here to stay
Now they all gather in and listen till
There's nothing left to give 'em
But, I still got more to say
I had a struggle on my ride here
Caught up in the grind and
I almost lost my way
But, if I ever call it quit's
All I know is this
It won't be today (it won't be today)
I'm a survivor, I've waited my turn
Now it's my time sir
Had to dig deep, pick axe, coal miner
I'm like Ghost Rider
Blazing a trail and flow fire
Shit my razor sharp lyrics turn
Your fitted to a visor
That mix tape supplier
Pulsing through your speaker wires
With a dutchie and a lighter
Stay higher than frequent fliers
My word game demolishing these
Halfway decent writers
They rubbing sticks together I'm
Your local heat provider
Swerving through the street dividers like
It's Large Marge whipping it
Music juiced up
Get a car charge with this shit
Now they asking questions like they
"Nardwuar" in this bitch
Still I keep it dirty like a
Barn yard when I spit
Bars hard ripping shit
Murder and I bury beats always come to play
At the studio in a pair of cleats
A pterodactyl to these
Mother fucking parakeets take it to the top
Even higher than my hand can reach
Look for some of y'all to relate
Ya I trap you in a box for a season
Bullets bobbing and weaving still
They popping and squeezing
No law to abide by
Still you watching for deeds and
What's worse
You can't think of any logical reason
Been learned
When the pass comes it might be a no look
In the trap they keep you
That's why I stayed in my notebook
The tougher you try to be
The lesser I was impressed
And I wish the nigga would like
I had his best interest
Arms like tree trunks, weight is relentless
Fuck the world I'm going ape
On this bench press
Careful with my foot and though they
Trimmed off half the ledge
I'm along for your sake dawg
Me and the fags don't mesh
'Bout that, you'll see how I react to threats
Hear the gun sing or meet the
Knife with the jagged edge
But shit ain't how it used to be
So let my foes know they gotta get used to me
Me giving up? It won't happen today
Rap til the day that they fucking bury me
Put me in a casket to lay
So while I'm here just listen up
To what I happen to say
I'll show you history being
Made in elaborate ways
I'm still a fully independent juggernaut
Up in this shit B
Tryin' to make that capital
Holding down my shift key
The undisputed Best in the Burbs
Is what I still be, so feel me
'Cuz fucking with the flow is more than risky
A dog built like a doberman-pit mix breed
You pussy cats coughing up
Hairballs like Stimpy me? I spit venom
Now I'm reppin in the big leagues a grizzly
Laughing while you teddy bears diss me
Hehhh, so if they ain't digging
The flow fuck 'em go Mighty Joe Young in the
Building with Joe Budden
Show I'm something with this music shit
Out here doing it
We ain't going nowhere bitch so
Get used to it