's thinkin bout tomorrow we ain't promised today This rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play The last of the greats, pay homage to me [Joe Budden
Yeah, yeah These niggas losing their minds You find that there's no reward They say they already home It's really clear they abroad They sound like
[Joe Budden - Verse 1:] I broke down a while ago finally picking up the pieces Memoirs of how the undefeated Can feel depleted I dont talk to God as a
[Joe Budden] Thug changes Now we were once two n-ggas of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line Sorta, honestly Ill never guessed
[Joe Budden - Verse 1] uh, I got bitches on my dick, I don?t want em there. closet full of brand names, I don?t wanna wear everybody got advice that I
I say you?re short changing yourself so uh ha, uh ha, y?all aint the same as me, I get bread You lose Jackson?s, Jermaine Dupri BS about Joe, refrain
Nothing stays the same forever.....not even me Check this...check it [Joe Budden - Verse 1] Something must've changed me, n-ggas might defame me But
Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World And you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you! [Verse 1: Joe Budden
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 off, f-ck it Grown from when I was dusted
fadeaway Back to the corner, takin a bag of haze to face Basic flow, when I tried to get my cake to grow I hit the pawn shop and turn into Trader Joe
Woooh. The weekend is here... (Aye) Which only means one thing. It's time to call up that old faithful weekend warrior. And ladies if you don't know what
Check it, when the night falls and the smoke clears Millions of miles away, yet they so near I remember memories, so I'm never lead astray When tomorrow
Check this I be at the mall, walk up at in the store Glance up at the wall, pick out a few kicks I need 11's in these, matter of fact While you at it
should I be the only nigga to escape from the act? So I lie since everybody just escapes from facts Yo that sucka shit niggas be on I can't dig it Joe
Funk, funk, ready? Check me out now Come along, come-a, come along But I don't trust niggas so make sure you come alone I hand picked you you think sensibly
[Verse 1:] If I had a choice I rather my higher power decide to take me first, I think the other way around would only make me worse, Rarely was I ever
[Verse 1:] Yo I see shorty on the staircase In front of an empty beer case Weird face Almost like he was scared straight Like he ain't have a care in
a nigga needs space, when your lookin' for a little lee-way, Somebody puts it on replay, like it gets louder with each day, Pray. [Chorus] 4 Walls, 4
