[Intro: Joe Budden]
I hear what ^!$$%'s sayin'.
^!$$%'s gonna' talk to me like...

Like when I come on the plane an' %#@!, Louie's on.
When I sit out in front of the
muh'$#&@in' plane wit' the daily news

wit' my legs crossed an' %#@!.
Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat,
when I'm watchin' muh'$#&@as walk to

the back an' %#@!, when it's Coach.
You Pat Riley in that %#@!, ^!$$%.


[Verse 1: Joe Budden] Look here, Look, look...
I get a ghetto gospel
Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile.

Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool
Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my high stool;
that's what bein' high do.

If I couldn't do %#@!, was always able ta' toke
They tol' me that a ^!$$% die 'fore I was able ta' vote.
'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents

An' all the %#@! we did
The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is.
Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in

Is it really wrong if a ^!$$% got a reason?
At times I had ta' take doe
^!$$% did whatever for a peso

Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat.
A "can it be", 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy
Maybe I was prone ta' fallin' in love wit' vanity.

Tell me %#@!'chu reap is the %#@!'chu sow
Tell God I'm better than the %#@! I show
I gotta grow, c'mon.


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Joe Budden] Whoa... Now look...
Now ^!$$%s say I floss too much
So... has he changed?

'Cause I don't think that
thousand-dollar T cost too much.
All they should say is that he strong

Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on
Lu Vuitton carry on.
?? wit' my blessing's at a delay

Now ta' lace my chick in ?? is sorta' cliché.
Plane ain't gonn' never land, less
it's in the Netherlands

Twenty on that goldface, Breitling
wit' the leather band.
Ask for a better hand

I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran
That'll make me less a man.
I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant

I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate.
Some ^!$$%s get complaints an' why...
Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly.

If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride.
Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high!


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3]
Look, look, look...
Part of me was gruesome

I ain't changed, I grew some
An' if I did change, I welcomed that %#@! to come.
Dudes that smoked trees wit' me

Dudes that used ta' be wit' me
They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty.
'Cause I don't burn it down

But to me it's commonsense -
You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'.
Show 'em your game face -

I tell 'em we was on the same
track, but wasn't runnin' that same race (^!$$%).
Weighin' in the same space, but I
ain't gonn' change pace
Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate.

So don't say I won't from broke ta' booshie
I'm far from far-end I jus' know
what suits me, muh'$#&@a.

[Hook]