Joe Budden - SlaughterMouse lyrics

Yeah, yeah look, it was around '99
Baby comin' while I was at rock bottom
Ironic shit, I was listenin' to "Rock Bottom"
Pockets rabbit ears, no paper, lot of cotton
Had some charges stemmin' from me
And my squad robbin'
Had to leave the hood, shit stayin'
Not an option i bumped your shit forever
Felt we had a lot in common
A rapper expressin' wit who
Spoke in depressive stints
All that introspectiveness
I couldn't measure what it did
Listen, I'm writin' to you now cause
We don't get to talk much
'Cept for in the stu' when we be
Passin' through the halls and such
I wonder if you catch me stare
At you in awe much
And we be busy workin' so I
Never share my thoughts much
Remember signin' four niggas
With an attitude?
Well maybe we'll get your star
Power and his magnitude
All I thought was it was 'bout to be on
But, I never guessed that I
Was 'bout to be wrong
We encountered some things
Maybe we should've figured out all along
Who the fuck was I to be too
Vocal in my doubt for some songs?
Even I can't be that dumb
To step over the threshold
And be the guy who says no
To so many records sold
Whole career, I never bit my tongue
I let it go too many times bein' the rebel
Ain't end in what's best for Joe
That second album came and added
Truth to the slander
But we learned what's good for the
Goose ain't good for the gander
Guess I'm askin' for advice right now
Experience and leadership to help
Suffice right now
I guess I'm askin', "How would you do it?"
Before I do somethin' too stupid
Before my group lose it just
To get our views lucid
Every other day these niggas
Want a new exclusive should I be in the mix
More? Maybe I'm too secluded
Do you think you'd be as famous now
If you had to put out "My Name Is" now?
The way the game is now, awful lyrics
Shit is shameless now
Just tell me how you'd maneuver
If you came in now it's just thoughts
Everything is criss-crossed
Gotta be cool with Complex and Pitchfork if
I wanna get my shit off
These simpleminded niggas won't think
You fuck with us
If they don't see you poppin' bottles
In the club with us
It's about fashion now, which I hate
Because I dress like shit
I'm just the best when I spit
But different times
I was feelin' like the odd man out
Like I should leave
They'd be better with the odd man out
Like when I wasn't on that intro
I felt a little weird
But that was for the team
So I didn't really care, for real
For the team, how I happen to be
When Bad met Evil
Nigga who was happier than me?
Think back, the way that I was on that shit
You woulda thought it was my album
And I was on that shit like fuck rap
Happy to see a friendship get mended
Cemented and any frivolous tension get ended
Joell you my G, Weapon Waist you my OG cuz
Nickel you know I look at you like it's blood
Here's the flowers
Before this end is covered in mud
We can disband right now and
It's gonna always be love
For a brief period I tried
To rhyme like y'all i was high
Maybe tryin' to prove that I'm like y'all
But, I'm not
I suck at all that syllable shit
I'd rather make the pen bleed to
See the feelin' you get i'm bein' honest
We might never sell a million and shit
To me it's more value in keepin'
It trill with my nigs
And to Em, one of the illest ever on the mic
We're less different than we are alike
This ain't about star power
I ain't on the hype
Never mind skin color, I see beyond the white
My whole life I fought trauma like you
Had ups and downs with my baby mama like you
I had my fair share
Of transgressions like you
Had a bad temper once and
Fought aggression like you
Did drugs, popped pills
Fought depression like you
These are things you'd never pick up
From our sessions in the stu'
I beefed with Hov, 50, Game and Wu
Got in my own way a lot
I'm sure the same as you
The whole label think I'm crazy
I been peeped it
I'm only mad I couldn't keep a better secret
Still when I hear your voice
My head goes wrong
Takes me back to that little
Boy with my headphones on
And the way you saved my life back
Then is how I'm savin' them
Plaques and charted tracks won't take
Me away from them so I hope you understand
Fuck this record deal
You inspired me as a man i'll cut it short
Before I start feelin' like a Stan
HouseGang for life
Word to the pig on Royce's hand
Success'll never disable me
No record label will ever label me
My morals ain't for sale
Can't under-the table me i'll ride it out
Even when everything ain't savory
My brothers love me, they won't enable me
And they won't kill me
They won't Cain and Abel me
It’s how I feel at the moment