Lyrics Slaughtermouse - Joe Budden
Yeah,
yeah...
Look...
It
was
around
'99,
baby
comin'
while
I
was
at
rock
bottom
Ironic
shit,
I
was
listenin'
to
"Rock
Bottom"
Pockets,
rabbit
ears,
no
paper,
lot
of
cotton
Had
some
charges
stemmin'
from
me
and
my
squad
robbin'
Had
to
leave
the
hood,
shit
stayin',
not
an
option
I
bumped
your
shit
forever,
felt
we
had
a
lot
in
common
A
rapper
expressin'
wit
who
spoke
in
depressive
stints
All
that
introspectiveness,
I
couldn't
measure
what
it
did
Listen,
I'm
writin'
to
you
now
cause
we
don't
get
to
talk
much
'Cept
for
in
the
stu'
when
we
be
passin'
through
the
halls
and
such
I
wonder
if
you
catch
me
stare
at
you
in
awe
much
And
we
be
busy
workin'
so
I
never
share
my
thoughts
much
Remember
signin'
four
niggas
with
an
attitude?
Well
maybe
we'll
get
your
star
power
and
his
magnitude
All
I
thought
was
it
was
'bout
to
be
on
But
I
never
guessed
that
I
was
'bout
to
be
wrong
We
encountered
some
things,
maybe
we
should've
figured
out
all
along
Who
the
fuck
was
I
to
be
too
vocal
in
my
doubt
for
some
songs?
Even
I
can't
be
that
dumb
to
step
over
the
threshold
And
be
the
guy
who
says
no
to
so
many
records
sold
Whole
career,
I
never
bit
my
tongue,
I
let
it
go
Too
many
times
bein'
the
rebel,
ain't
end
in
what's
best
for
Joe
That
second
album
came
and
added
truth
to
the
slander
But
we
learned
what's
good
for
the
goose
ain't
good
for
the
gander
Guess
I'm
askin'
for
advice
right
now
Experience
and
leadership
to
help
suffice
right
now
I
guess
I'm
askin',
"How
would
you
do
it?"
Before
I
do
somethin'
too
stupid
Before
my
group
lose
it
just
to
get
our
views
lucid
Every
other
day
these
niggas
want
a
new
exclusive
Should
I
be
in
the
mix
more?
Maybe
I'm
too
secluded
Do
you
think
you'd
be
as
famous
now
If
you
had
to
put
out
"My
Name
Is"
now?
The
way
the
game
is
now,
awful
lyrics,
shit
is
shameless
now
Just
tell
me
how
you'd
maneuver
if
you
came
in
now
It's
just
thoughts,
everything
is
criss-crossed
Gotta
be
cool
with
Complex
and
Pitchfork
if
I
wanna
get
my
shit
off
These
simpleminded
niggas
won't
think
you
fuck
with
us
If
they
don't
see
you
poppin'
bottles
in
the
club
with
us
It's
about
fashion
now,
which
I
hate
Because
I
dress
like
shit,
I'm
just
the
best
when
I
spit
But
different
times,
I
was
feelin'
like
the
odd
man
out
Like
I
should
leave,
they'd
be
better
with
the
odd
man
out
Like
when
I
wasn't
on
that
intro,
I
felt
a
little
weird
But
that
was
for
the
team,
so
I
didn't
really
care,
for
real
For
the
team,
how
I
happen
to
be
When
Bad
met
Evil,
nigga
who
was
happier
than
me?
Think
back,
the
way
that
I
was
on
that
shit
You
woulda
thought
it
was
my
album
and
I
was
on
that
shit
Like
fuck
rap,
happy
to
see
a
friendship
get
mended
Cemented
and
any
frivolous
tension
get
ended
Joell
you
my
G,
Weapon
Waist
you
my
OG
cuz
Nickel
you
know
I
look
at
you
like
it's
blood
Here's
the
flowers,
before
this
end
is
covered
in
mud
We
can
disband
right
now
and
it's
gonna
always
be
love
For
a
brief
period
I
tried
to
rhyme
like
y'all
I
was
high,
maybe
tryin'
to
prove
that
I'm
like
y'all
But
I'm
not,
I
suck
at
all
that
syllable
shit
I'd
rather
make
the
pen
bleed
to
see
the
feelin'
you
get
I'm
bein'
honest,
we
might
never
sell
a
million
and
shit
To
me
it's
more
value
in
keepin'
it
trill
with
my
nigs
And
to
Em,
one
of
the
illest
ever
on
the
mic
We're
less
different
than
we
are
alike
This
ain't
about
star
power,
I
ain't
on
the
hype
Never
mind
skin
color,
I
see
beyond
the
white
My
whole
life
I
fought
trauma
like
you
Had
ups
and
downs
with
my
baby
mama
like
you
I
had
my
fair
share
of
transgressions
like
you
Had
a
bad
temper
once
and
fought
aggression
like
you
Did
drugs,
popped
pills,
fought
depression
like
you
These
are
things
you'd
never
pick
up
from
our
sessions
in
the
stu'
I
beefed
with
Hov,
50,
Game
and
Wu
Got
in
my
own
way
a
lot,
I'm
sure
the
same
as
you
The
whole
label
think
I'm
crazy,
I
been
peeped
it
I'm
only
mad
I
couldn't
keep
a
better
secret
Still
when
I
hear
your
voice,
my
head
goes
wrong
Takes
me
back
to
that
little
boy
with
my
headphones
on
And
the
way
you
saved
my
life
back
then
is
how
I'm
savin'
them
Plaques
and
charted
tracks
won't
take
me
away
from
them
So
I
hope
you
understand
Fuck
this
record
deal,
you
inspired
me
as
a
man
I'll
cut
it
short,
before
I
start
feelin'
like
a
Stan
HouseGang
for
life,
word
to
the
pig
on
Royce's
hand
Success'll
never
disable
me
No
record
label
will
ever
label
me
My
morals
ain't
for
sale,
can't
under-the-table
me
I'll
ride
it
out,
even
when
everything
ain't
savory
My
brothers
love
me,
they
won't
enable
me
And
they
won't
kill
me,
they
won't
Cain
and
Abel
me
It's
how
I
feel
at
the
moment...
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