Joe Budden - Spring Training lyrics

Nah, we ain't even in the same class
We ain't the same type of niggas
Yeah we both in the Escalade, but
(spring training)
'Bout 40, 000 dollars difference on this one
(uh, uh) you got me fucked up
(y'knahmean, TALK TO 'EM)
Check this, Joey (TALK TO 'EM)

Look, we gon' need more than a block
We monopolizing
Nah, I'm not rapping, I'm prophesying
Quite simply, seat back
Diamond white Bentley
Approach it I might empty
Since I never gave a FLUCK
Ain't nothing you can say
That might offend me
Not when only reason shorty's in the
Ride is to Karrine me
When you do a little better
They begin to hate ya
So I keep animals with me
It's just in my nature
If you don't wanna hear the real
Then I ain't finna make ya
You just keep hearing what's
Coming from them incinerators
But when they show the hatred is
When you know you made it
Me, I been to hell and back
The shit is over rated
But every day could be your last
So if trouble met me he'll be with a few of
Viagras and a couple Beckys
You want a crash course? Know the damages
I promise y'all that if I
Got high I'd smoke Canibus
From best to worst
From legend to barely here
Since they repo'd your prime this
Shit ain't really fair losing his mind
Somebody better set him straight
Lost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8
In '012, why rep that hard?
And who the FLUCK dug him
Up from Wyclef's backyard?
But off him, not a part of you is trife
And you can't afford the drama
When your Arsonal's a knife
No heart in you to survive
Nigga living like an orphan
Beefing 'bout Jersey but you
Living in New Orleans
I ain't even got to stab you
Far from a threat
I don't get why a Hitman felt
He needed to Holla at you
Come to rapper shit
You real bad at matching wit's
I'm better with a badder bitch
How I'm not the catalyst?
When the shots finish flying
I bury the biscuit i fall off the same day
Tyler Perry admit's it
But what stifles me is how
You sit back and idly
Call this a rivalry when your idol's me
How you throw a shot at
Everything you try to be?
Sad part is nothing in your
Life coincides with me
Now tell me that's your strategy son
The clip's extended
They looking like Natalie Nunn
Sayin' we can blow the shotties how
Is he supposed to stop me? As a hobby I get
High inhaling decomposing bodies
And if you decide to cross Joe
I'll be waiting with a crossbow
And feed his torso to my baby cane corso
Shit has gone far enough
It's time to finish this
Should stop starting chess matches
'gainst the limitless
Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed
Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy
I don't care for the ploy
Came up from being hella broke
You think the fans are buying music
I'm selling hope here's some insight homie
Fuck making a friend
My funeral gon' be by invite-only
By chance I'm going to hell
Maybe for selling dope
I want my own table sectioned
Off with a velvet rope
Might want to see Heaven
Might need a telescope
A girl to restock anytime
The wine cellar's low
Bottle service, maybe a couple whores
High ceilings, flat screens and double doors
I'm not a cult member, I'm not a worshipper
Just a Jers nigga trying to have
A couple words with her
Strollin' through the hood 'til
She seem outta place
Used to niggas blowing her up
That'll cling to her waist
Me, I've never been a nigga that
A fiend had to chase
Ask for Gucci all you gon' get
Is cream to the face so I put my G stacks up
Against your little weed stash
A one time only event, won't get a recap
Aim it at his knee caps
Have niggas in your crib when you get home
Your lil' girl in the back
They think it's TCAP
So y'all can put all the blaming on me
But keep in mind this is training for me, tah

(talk to 'em!)
Niggas put all the blaming on me
Keep in mind this is training for me, cock
Sucker