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[Intro: Joe
I what nigga's sayin'.
gonna' talk to me like...
Like when I come on the plane an' shit, on.
When I sit out in front of the plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit.
Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach.
You Pat in that shit, nigga.

[Verse 1: Joe
here,
Look, look...
I get a gospel
right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile.
Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through
Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my high
That's what high do.
If I couldn't do shit, was always ta' toke
They me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote.
'Prolly me an' my constituents
An' all the we did
The MRI tell you what the issue is.
my treason came a cause that I believed in
Is it really if a nigga got a reason?
At I had ta' take doe
did whatever for a peso
Bein' the hood'll be my scapegoat.
A "can it be", 'cause I born into a canopy
I was prone ta' fallin' in love wit' vanity.
Tell me shit'chu reap is the sow
Tell God I'm than the shit I show
I grow, c'mon.

[Verse 2: Joe
Whoa...
Now look...
Now say I floss too much
So... has he
'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T too much.
All they say is that he strong
Came out the unscathed, ye', I carried on
Lu carry on.
?? wit' my at a delay
Now ta' lace my chick in ?? is clich.
Plane ain't gonn' land, less it's in the Netherlands
Twenty on that goldface, wit' the leather band.
Ask for a hand
I tried wit my problems, ye', I never ran
That'll make me a man.
I ain't go not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant
I dreamt, went grabbin' it, bein' passionate.
niggas get complaints an' why...
Dude's is birds, jus' afraid ta' fly.
If foot's on the breaks, can't ride.
Me, I spread my wings, an' embrace that high!

[Verse 3: Joe
Give it away, it away, give it away now [x3]
Look, look, look...
Part of me was
I changed, I grew some
An' if I did change, I welcomed shit to come.
Dudes that smoked trees me
Dudes used ta' be wit' me
They say I up on 'em an' did a three-sixty.
I don't burn it down
But to me commonsense -
You wann' see the otherside, gott' aroun'.
Show 'em your game -
I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same (nigga).
Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' pace
Some' won't let me slowdown, I explain fate.
So say I won't from broke ta' booshie
I'm far from far-end I jus' know suits me, muh'fucka.