Joe Budden - No Idea lyrics

Look, I was always told you can't make
It make sense don't trust it
So I'll be out the country with
The phone on fuck it
Grown from when I was dusted
But took something away out of
Every moment I suffered
So y'all can go on and judge it
There's a reason that I'm tellin baby
Girl she gotta practice patience
I plan on changing my
Ways I'm just procrastinating
Putting it off like I'll never
Be in a casket layin
With both my parents going crazy
As the pastor's praying
Prideful, I don't even succumb
When I'm defeated all it do is get me mad
And I'm comfortable heated
I come from a family of drunks
I'm the one that succeeded
So nowadays I talk to God
When nothing is needed
I'm sorry I don't speak the language of
Rappers in the closet
But they won't hang it up
I'm only trying to build what
They attempt to destroy
We had a perfect game until
It was Jim Joyce'd
Check it, what was once so majestic
Is now only adored by epileptics
I record to resurrect it
By my own accord I can't accept it
But when something gives you nightmares
Can you afford to recollect it
If you can just know them odds stacked
Airplanes ain't shooting stars
You can't BOB that
I found out when discussing paper
Some will sell their soul and
Deal with the repercussions later

With every curve they throw
Every shot that blows, I'm still here
It be the ones that's pretending to
Know that really have no Idea
I just let em all go ahead and speak my name
How far you gonna reach for fame
Go ahead and fuck up your career
I don't care, cause they have no idea

So sick it's livid, all pics are vivid
A stip of being gifted
Gotta be equipped to live with
His critics, misquote him and miss tidbit's
So he's mislabeled, misunderstood, misfit'd
Anytime I was misinformed or misguided
I went and got advice from a
Dude that wouldn't apply it
And he'll give out that lesson for free
Without a grudge
But I keep the past present with me
So every morning on the wake up
As she's applying make up
I'm pondering all the different ways
For us to break up
Women have a tendency to get fickle
Predictable, lie and say "Hi!"s dick little
It be the ones you could
See yourself with forever
Giving you a lecture talking
About you neglect her couple years in
The strip club will upset her
And she'll act like you ain't have them
Same habit's when you met her
When you can't take her
You start dropping hints for her
To read between the lines
But she'll act like Fantasia
It'll be so much to be said
But no one will convey it
The relationship will be over but
No one will say it a doomed fate
Living with who you'd soon hate
Ex life partners trying to
Co-exist as roommates
Once you go through it you'll believe it
And you'll never give a woman more than
You'll want her to leave with


How can the fans think
Us rappers are invincible
Can't find anything about that
Logic that's sensible
I'm thinkin they should know
Better off of principle
To them we're action heroes
To labels we're Expendables
My whole approach was apprehensible
Some started thinkin their 15 minutes
Of fame was extendable
They don't cherish the moment
Like they probably should
Once they star's submitted they act Hollywood
Gwapped up stacks to grip
Now you're being chauffeured in
The back of whips, life style's immaculate
Out of touch with reality
I'll help you get a grasp of it
Success breeds change
But so does a lack of it
The homie's sending out subliminals
Since you a failed rapper, failed criminal
Four bars is the minimal
Since you ain't from the streets I'll help
And tell you the way it works
Say a nigga snitching
I'm saying show me the paper work
I don't get why the inferior
Bother to diss me heart of my city
When I go take a part of it with me
I think god will understand that
Was part of my misery
So instead of "father forgive me"
It's "father ya dig me?"
Spectated just to see if I'd get checkmated
Less progress brings less hatred which
Would segue way it
I learned the hard way somethings
Are better kept sacred
Fail at given em your all
You'll just be left naked