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[Intro: Joe
I what nigga's sayin'.
gonna' talk to me like...
Like when I come on the an' shit, Louie's on.
When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the news wit' my legs crossed an' shit.
Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when 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 all through highschool
Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my high
what bein' high do.
If I couldn't do shit, was always ta' toke
They tol' me that a nigga die I was able ta' vote.
'Prolly 'cause me an' my
An' all the we did
The MRI couldn't tell you what the is.
my treason came a cause that I believed in
Is it really wrong if a 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 wasn't born a canopy
Maybe I was ta' fallin' in love wit' vanity.
me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow
Tell God I'm than the shit I show
I grow, c'mon.

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

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