Joe Budden - R.I.P. lyrics

I ain't got a care in sight don't blame me
Blame the syrup and the sprite
It's the new shit that they'll find me on
Maricon best rapper in the world but
Need help leaving no doubt
Now that Gwen Stefani's gone
Everybody's a Hannibal
Swallowing they eyes watching what they say
What y'all can do is pray
Before I got reformed nigga Glock
Went on the waist
Cross-dressing nothing but my mother's
Stocking on my face
Ain't the one you wanna try so fast
Talk crazy but walk the walk
Left a trail down a psychopath
Disturbing the peace swerving the v
Every word in my speech too heavy to bear
Become a burden on the beat
Look, I'm dealing with passive-aggressive
Nasty women
That take me from humble beginnings
To a happy ending if it ain't about a buck
Then it's the wrong thought
You balling on a caps space
You in the wrong sport
Attack me cause I say shit
That's they way of curbing that they
Had me as a favorite
They learning from Larry David
Chrome trigger you blown off the liquor
Prolly a tombstone will come quicker
Patron ain't your nigga
None of you dudes ain't soldiers ed helms
When you lose your dog blame the hang over
Flame thrower
Get me when the label can't control ya
Can't say the chain smoker
Inside a propane holder
Currency is the plan to bury me where I stand
Fuck a record label I appear
Courtesy of my fans
And they can try to hurt me but they can't
I refuse to ball my fist while the
Heartbeat of Jersey's in my hand
So, I tell dude like I tell my nympho chicks
Keep it up and you bound to get fucked
Sounding real tough
Every line he move weight like he's a monster
I'm looking at his keys like Mashonda
Round up the troops
To tell him how he sound in the booth
You don't sound like the truth
Wanna be on top of the world
Till he found in roof
Told dudes the old dudes
I'll be the poison on their fountain of youth
Nigga, I create it, you mock it
We know the shit's belated when you jock it
Holding shit hostage penning that garbage
Before I pull the plug on
Em sending in hospice
Foreign to you American me
Got it locked it's foreign
To you skeleton key you taken em home
I give em the Sheridan key
You saving the birds Denzel pelican Brief
And I ain't tryna but what you selling to me
Done babying grown men
I'm done helping them eat
But they say you only rap about Joe
Give it a rest grow a set
Dog i spit about what I know best
I got skin made of kevlar
Tough as steel say fuck the skill
And i far along blaze the house Russell built
Bring it on sing along
Ring tone blank row
I come with a label that say
Don't try if seen at home
Just smart, figure i be less dark
Tell a model bitch lets part
Over a stretch mark
But being truthful's too brutal to do
So I lie like a bad teacher
Keep going till your pupils confused
Tired of hearing how you bust your hammer
Though this wouldn't be my public answer
Twice as nice as y'all
Though the fans love your grammar
They act like my bitches
Guess when it comes to me
They double the standard
Fuck boy I ain't them other dudes
Pick whatever gun son found a problem that
He can't trouble shoot notice I
So it's like old school-esque poet like
Prototype
Since these niggas can't flow it right
Fans ain't falling for the madness either
You milking the game it's from
A bad breast feeder make you a believer
Doubt what I said
Moment of silence bow our head