Whatever It Takes

It's ya muh'fuckin boy, "Jump Off" Joe Budden here

Clinton Sparks we gon' get familiar with it

We gon' get familiar together man, hey...

Sparks, holla at ya boy - that old time music!

[Hook: Joe Budden]

Whatever it takes, to find a way, to find a way, to find a way

I'mma do whatever it takes, to find a way, to find a way, to find a way

I'mma do whatever it takes to find a way, to find a way, to find a way

Whatever it takes to find a way, to find a way, to find a way

[Verse One]

Alright I'm dealin with some shit homey, it's in the back of my head

And it's some shit homey, but I just rap it instead

See I got Wolverine's bones in me, but the whole world

Is throwin stones at me like they all gotta bone with me

Got a child's mother, and I hate her to death

But that's my child's mother, so that's my mate to the death

It's wild how I love her, for puttin little me here

And me and her could beef forever, she gon' still be there

Then there's some other niggas, I judged their character wrong

But they some other niggas, now let's get back to the song

I got a drug problem, that I ain't tending to

Because I got enough problems, and my solution is to stuff problems

But if something goes wrong with that

Then it's back to PCP and so long with rap

See I'm depressed lately, but nobody understands

That I'm depressed lately, I'm sorta feelin repressed lately

But y'all been hearin and seein me less lately

Like has anyone noticed the regress lately?

Look deep nigga don't I seem stressed lately

Seem disturbed, lot of regrets lately?

Got a company, that I'm signed to

But they ain't in my company, when all I need is some company

When I start feelin like e'rybody's done with me

I try to see what e'rybody want with me

Then the mistress, yeah, the girl from 10 Minutes it's her;

Now I'm needin ten minutes from her

I can't get into it, but I want y'all to know

That I'll get into it, but I'll save that for The Growth

Then it's rap beef, but I'm so secure with me

It's only rap beef, I don't need se-cu-rity (never)

Wanna get at me, wanna go to war with me

That's just one phone call for me, check the shit

I got a whole hood, that don't appreciate me

But It's not the whole hood, that depreciates me (okay)

What you gon' tell me, when it's the streets that made me

And I won't let the belly of the beast degrade me

And then it's rap critics, they say all I make is dance music

But to almost anything you can dance stupid

They ain't like the single, so they ain't copped that album

Wouldn't give a chance to it, not a second glance to it

They say "he whines too much he's too bitter" (and)

They call it complainin, I call it explainin (y'know)

How normal niggas could get caught up in the game and

Lose they mind and y'all call it entertainment

Some shit with me, but dudes been knew that

But I'm gamblin a lot and I ain't used to do that (nah)

Rap ain't payin the bills, it's mo' money mo' problems

Or it's no money mo' problems

All enormous when you play at these stakes

That's how it feels to have a warrant on a famous face

Then the album's pushed back, cause they say he need a single

At the moment, but what he needs is a single moment

Then I'm involved in the he say, she say

(that's) in my mind on replay, each day

((then) Then it's the bullshit that she say, "he's gay"

Cause she wouldn't like to think that he ain't like her

Just cause she was throwing it at me and I ain't touch her

She'll say anything side from I ain't wanna fuck her (nah)

I don't feel good, so I won't wanna go to a club

Don't wanna go to a lounge, just wanna lounge (I just wanna lounge)

In the same sweats that I had on for days

Same tee I had on for a week, what I got on it speaks

What I got on, it reeks

No shape up, chillin, cause that's just how I'm feelin

And one day at a time, it's God willin

(see I'm) Tryin to see straight but the fog keeps buildin

Pulse start racin, the bulls startin to hate me

But I gotta be a king, cause there's wolves tryin to play me

Hoodie when it's hot like it's freezin winter

Rap star, eat and sleep for dinner

And it's hard tryna keep this in ya, so I write it all down

So one day maybe when life is all sweet I remember

Then it's probation, I know we all go through it

We call it probation, but there's no pro to it

Yeah my soul's achin, only a few peers know

Funny thing about the case is it's a few years old

Had some shit going on with my ohh, that felt good but it's bad

So I'm sittin here like what the bitch had

It's not rap it's real, look scrappy it's true

Goin what's popping, do he look happy to you?

Now if it goes to the wire, got the soul of a fighter

Bruised up and sloppy, or damaged like Ali

Up late talkin to the fans on a website

That's the only thing that send your man off to bed right

Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl

Well maybe not mom, just let me remain calm

This too won't last, this too shall pass

At least that's what I say y'all, that's what I pray for

And I'm the only thing that's standin' in my way y'all

But I gotta be with me, it's no escape y'all

I guess depression just stepped in

And took over shit like it's known to do

Guess it said, hey Joe, I'm goin home with you

Turn your phone off, I need to be alone with you

I need to be in the zone with you

Cause I'm the only thing you've prone to nigga, look I own you nigga

Been with you since 10, but you startin to confuse me

Cause it's been so long and you still tryin to lose me

Like how could you show me such cruelty

When everybody turns their back on you Joe it's you and me

Still you don't want me to see you right

And why you always come get me, how we reunite, huh?

I know you feel for me deep in your heart

Doctors, meetings, pills couldn't keep us apart

But now you got a deal and you wanna get rid of me

We roommates, I'm in your head Joe, you live with me

So I don't write for the fans, nah, I write to my man

In hopes that he'll just leave and understand

Like, like please leave the kid in peace

Let me smoke this one cig' in peace (just give me 10 minutes)

Just leave for a second man, it's been too long and I can't troop it

And long as you around I can't make that dance music

[Hook] - to fade