Joe Budden

Thomee Sometimes i feel stuck in a box So i release my demons, i put them in music Big brodie had gave me my Glock He said huh little bro i just hope you don't need it My mom say im just like my pops And I think she say that cause we both got our demons When niggas turn odd, get even Heart so damn cold, damn near anemic Flex up, um i know Always posting guns know you never gon blow nothing Peep sum , huh I'm gone Niggas love to gossip if you ask i don't know nothing Pussy nigga say he know me he don't know nothing And these niggas fake tough, they just show buttons Lame nigga talk too much, he a Joe Budden I can turn my little nigga up with a little onion Like to shit on my exes I feel like Mike Epps cause a nigga be All About His Benjamins This shit through the roof It's not forex A young nigga just all bout his dividends Most of these days i can't think straight Cause a nigga be missing his granny If i call you my brother or tell you i love you, I promise you twin we family Generation of weirdos it really sucks How you taking my love and go give it up But I'm planning for profit ain't giving up Onna 8 solo kickin it's getting rough Had to leave her i loved her like what the f*ck? All my life i got mad at being runner up I was never enough and i'm feeling it Shake this feeling i cannot get rid of it If i fall back down ima get back up that's simply how it go I got my brother and he got my back that's really all we know Replaying moments in my head it's a rewind Got to move smart moving on my Bill Nye I don't say too much really just a chill guy Make me mad ima really make you feel way Sometimes i feel stuck in a box So i release my demons, i put them in music Big brodie had gave me my Glock He said huh little bro i just hope you don't need it My mom say im just like my pops And I think she say that cause we both got our demons When niggas turn odd, get even Heart so damn cold, damn near anemic Flex up, um i know Always posting guns know you never gon blow nothing Peep sum , huh I'm gone Niggas love to gossip if you ask i don't know nothing Pussy nigga say he know me he don't know nothing And these niggas fake tough, they just show buttons Lame nigga talk too much, he a Joe Budden I can turn my little nigga up with a little onion Flex up, um i know Always posting guns know you never gon blow nothing Peep sum , huh I'm gone Niggas love to gossip if you ask i don't know nothing Pussy nigga say he know me he don't know nothing And these niggas fake tough, they just show buttons Lame nigga talk too much, he a Joe Budden I can turn my little nigga up with a little onion Thomee