Better Me Lyrics - Joe Budden

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[intro: joe budden]

I hear what niggas sayin.
Niggas gonna talk to me like...
Like when i come on the plane an shit, louies on.
When i sit out in front of the muhfuckin plane wit the daily news wit my legs crossed an shit.
Wanna act like i aint earn my seat, when im watchin muhfuckas walk to the back an shit, when its coach.
You pat riley in that shit, nigga.

[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 im recallin all through highschool
Even at my lowest, i was sittin on my highstool;
Thats what bein high do.
If i couldnt do shit, was always able ta toke
They tol me that a nigga die fore i was able ta vote.
Prolly cause me an my constituents
An all the xxxx we did
The mri couldnt tell you what the issue is.
Wit my treason came a cause that i believed in
Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason?
At times i had ta take doe
Nigga did whatever for a peso
Bein from the hoodll be my scapegoat.
A can it be, cause i wasnt born into a canopy
Maybe i was prone to fallin in love wit vanity
Tell me shitchu reap is the shitchu sow
Tell god im better than the xxxx i show
I gotta grow, cmon.

[hook]

[verse 2: joe budden]

Whoa...

Now look...

Now niggas say i floss too much
So... has he changed?
Cause i dont 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 blessings at a delay
Now ta lace my chick in [??] is sorta cliché.
Plane aint gonn ever land, less its 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
Thatll make me less a man.
I aint go from not havin it ta bein arrogant
I dreamt, went grabbin it, jus bein passionate.
Some niggas get complaints an why...
Dudes is newborn birds, jus afraid ta fly.
If youre foots on the breaks, cant 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 aint changed, i grew some
An if i did change, i welcomed that xxxx 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 dont burn it down
But to me its commonsense -
You wann see the otherside, gott turn aroun.
Show em your game face -
I tell em we was on the same track, but wasnt runnin that same race.
Weighin in the same space, but i aint gonn change pace
Some wont let me slowdown, i cant explain fate.
So dont say i went from broke ta booshie
Im far from highend i jus know what suits me, muhfucka.

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