On My Grind

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]

Uh, can't even really be rap

You can't even really act like you gotta get it in without a, uh

(Wait a minute), yeah!

Cocksuckers! (oh yeah), pause, hahaha

(Uh, mic check one two, one two) - 4X

It's ya man, Joey!

Reportin live from the slums (wait a minute!)

Reportin live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!)

Reportin live from a hood near you (it's, it's)

Or maybe not so near you

Now, l-look, look

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]

First off, I'm not competin, I'm more like stampedin, I'm more like steamrollin (or)

More like puttin my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin

I hold on for dear life (I mean, uh), the flow is air tight and the bars are bar none

Regarded as the one, fuck music, it's a art to son

Let's rewind, see, I was born in the projects, left for a new hood

Jetted to a new state, lookin for a new pace

Diamond in the rough, I stood out amongst the fugaz'

Swear a friend a mine headlined every news page (cheah), with dreams of bein wealthy

You now checkin out the New Jersey version of Peter Petrelli

But wait, with a little Travis Barker on the side

Cause when it all falls down, I normally survive

I'm tryin to see a new tax bracket, so I'll never have to grab 'matics

I ain't concerned with no rap racket (ah!)

So y'all could take my name through the mud and drag it

Spread it to the masses, (I'm a), I still play it passive (yeah!)

I got no choice but walk around with the lead on me

Life is way too short, too many dead homies (or)

Plus with all the money I invest, everyday a nigga die for less (so)

So if a nigga wanna go to war, wave hi to death

I mean he lives right next to me, so he ain't a threat to me

[Hook] (Joe Budden) - w/ ad libs

He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane

He's an animal, he cannot be tamed

What rapper you know, that straight feast on a lame

And rock on a track, beast on the game

(Damn right I'm on my grind

Look like some shit is on my mind) - 2X

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]

I'm still livin life in the fast lane (oh!)

Still plottin on my big money scheme like he Wesley and Woody thinkin

How to rob a cash train

Shittin on hoes that'll act vain

'Til the whole world know his last name (wait a minute!)

Still spit like it ain't no tomorrow

It ain't over y'all, underrated so I overcharge

Old Dodge, radio off, fuck a station

Get to know me through the music, not a publication (nah)

It's no justification, (but a), I mean enough with the waitin (I mean I)

I lost all my trust and my patience

That came without the crown or the chair or the robe

Nigga, I don't care what you sold (wait a minute!)

They let the beast out of the cage, look at the hunger

Got yourself into some shit, look at the plunger

I'm talkin cause I'm livin it (oh!)

Entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit, though a few haters wanna hinder it

I'm comin with some different shit

And these offices all about my paper, that's that Dunder Mifflin shit

Rapper on 'roids, sick with the thoughts (but)

But managed to keep my name out the Mitchell Report

See I'm a, inspiration for a whole generation

Even when I'm gone but my message in syndication

Then you too can attain the unattainable (but)

But fuck tryin to explain the unexplainable

[Break - Joe Budden - talking]

Nigga, fuck

Uh, done talkin to these niggas

Nahmean?

Who the fuck am I to try to explain some shit to niggas?

I ain't no fuckin professor or nothin, I ain't a teacher

I ain't one of the old heads that get high and just start kickin knowledge

Fuck niggas!

Get your own experience nigga

Don't lean on me

[Hook] - w/ ad libs