Lloyd Banks, Joe Budden - Transition lyrics

Keep claiming I'm changin'
But you're trippin'
Kickin' that stupid shit so long
I start feelin' dumb when I listen
I had to get out of that position
I ain't got nothin' but real shit on my mind
And you're just fishin'
You're diluting your purpose the
More you mix in
Guess we'll always be complaining
Just work hard through the bitchin'
Lie right in your eye with a smirk
They support the vision
Collision and the system is designed to
Keep your mind in a prison
If you look a while, you'll find the wisdom
It's not in the media
Infatuation with the television
Where's the love? You done left all
Your principles in the club
Life hittin' you several times
Guess it's hard to feel the
Pinch through the drugs
Is there exception for a thug?
Caught in the trap, but in creation perfect
Morning end up catchin' a slug
Most of them sinkin' tryin' to
Make it out the mud duckin' trouble 24
7 and their only vacation is dusk

Fake love, gossip and hate
That's all they givin'
Gotta make it out this muh'fuckin' maze
'cause that ain't livin'
Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin'
Don't get caught up in the same route
Runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin'
The ghetto talkin', you don’t listen
Get your act together or there'll
Be somebody's nigga' missin'
Here's to makin' the transition
Money over everything, you see the vision?

Somewhere praying on your downfall
Like it works get in the core
Convert the energy before I write the verse
Thinkin' of ways to shade a nigga
Spite rehearse
What is you waiting for? You find
It hard to cross me, ice it first
I've been gone so long, look back I see dust
Went took the trust
Banned from the circle here forever
Last time you'll be discussed
In this paper chase you won't pass mine
Dyin' to rush
Turned on the lineage you’re linked to
Bet your family members lie in disgust
Should have been ballin' but
Your team jumpin'
Put in the category of niggas that check
For you when you need somethin'
Lookin' out for your broke ego
You're greed drunk and
Don't nobody want you around really
Relieved from it let it slide it gets worse
Call him out on this shit he sorry
Usually his clique first
Won't be joining your pitty party
Patience can't be found now
Pushed it up to the limit probably
Waitin' in the wing still, shaky movin'
Forgivin' hardly

Fake love, gossip and hate
That's all they givin'
Gotta make it out this muh'fuckin' maze
'cause that ain't livin'
Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin'
Don't get caught up in the same route
Runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin'
The ghetto talkin', you don’t listen, nah
Get your act together or there'll
Be somebody's nigga' missin'
Here's to makin' the transition
Money over everything, you see the vision?

Used to have voices in my head, that's cool
'Cause the boy still here well fed
That's true
Mean that since truth's all that I had
Gotta carry that
When nothin' you propose or alter it
Gotta marry that
How we interpret that merge is all relative
I stand behind every word
Like we all relatives
Less made men, over a decade in
I'm from the days when lil' niggas
Got they chest caved in (talk about it)
See I left home and sleepin' in
Parks was like a meltin' pot ain't DM an ex
It was dark baby and hell is hot
Black MPV was parked, used to yell it ock
Drive by, circle the block
Check if he fell or not
Full of smokers in my Polo pull-over
The day a nigga' scared to
Be dolo and pulled over
'Cause they gats go ra ta ta ta ta ta
Since I remember it all
I'm wantin' a flashback
Rest in peace Grandpa
I see him tilting his flask back
Our times kinda' the same
It's tough to grasp that
No code of honor and they conduct
Alarmin' because seein' grievin' mommas
Somber even Dalai Lama
Wish music was my escape i was still naive
It was beautiful when this maze
Crucial to how we behaved
Just like concussion is brutal
The way we slave
They don't tutor you to what it'll
Do to you at this stage, listen!
Fact sharing, I'm seein' no matter the scenes
'tween a rock and a heart
Places are bad pairin' i'm paranoid
Plenty buy a couple feet and shit
Gettin' money is easy
The struggle's keepin' it
To all the hustlers in the world
Whatever your muse is
Hustlin' music, or hustlin' excuses, live!
Some think too small, they can't vision it
Don't even bother hittin' my line
I'm transitionin'

Fake love, gossip and hate
That's all they givin'
Gotta make it out this muh'fuckin' maze
'cause that ain't livin'
Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin'
Don't get caught up in the same route
Runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin'
The ghetto talkin', you don’t listen
Get your act together or there'll
Be somebody's nigga' missin'
Here's to makin' the transition
Money over everything, you see the vision?

Knahmean?
Just some real nigga gossipin', Joey
Banks, WHAT UP?
Think too small, they can't vision it
Don't even bother hittin' my line
I'm transitionin'