[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It's like a never✦ endin'✦ story,✦ I'm here for my glory✦
The engine's too loud, these haters can't ignore✦ me
Feelin'✦ like a legend, anyone✦ that came before✦ me
Drug dealer,✦ posin'✦ all this motherfuckin'✦ jewelry✦ (motherfuckin'✦ jewelry)✦
Came from the crack house, back room, black out
Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC Tapout✦
No plan B, it was nothin'✦ else to map out
So we throw stones✦ while we livin'✦ in this glass house (glass house)
It's been a minute✦ so they ask where the fire went
My kitchen clean but I still got the pilot✦ lit
Made a fortune out of fumes,✦ my MacGyver shit
Reality TV before✦ Survivor, bitch
Yuuuck, put our lives✦ on display
Who's thinkin'✦ about✦ tomorrow? We ain't promised✦ today✦
This rap game fickle, we ain't promised✦ to play
The last of the greats, pay homage✦ to me
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Yo, if my past had an encore,✦ it'd be like an onslaught
A lot of niggas✦ died, there's✦ too many✦ to mourn for
I'm thinkin'✦ about✦ my youth, us as little kids, am I wrong for
Havin'✦ thoughts Bishop Eddie would Long for?
I got decade✦ old wounds, that'll still bleedin'
That chapter of my life's✦ closed,✦ that y'all still readin'✦ (still readin')✦
Straight face on, pretendin' to feel decent✦
Casket✦ shoppin' for a loved✦ one that's still breathin'✦ (still breathin')✦
Uh, swear that shit got in the way of summer✦
Avoidin' calendars, since all your days were numbered
Laid out in the bed, could barely✦ sit up (uh)
Those were your last breathes, I was mistakin' for hiccups (oh!)
Y'all don't get the picture (uh), when your medicine is liquor (uh)
I'm talkin'✦ phone ringin',✦ bein' too afraid✦ to pick up
I know you in a better✦ place and that joy is felt
I learned when death calls, it won't leave a voicemail (nah)
You would be proud, I'm due to be caked✦ up
Wanna✦ make your dreams come true? Gotta✦ wake up (gotta✦ wake up)
You groupie niggas,✦ I don't see how you deal with it
Broke and starvin' but clingin' to your meal ticket✦ (meal ticket)✦
Broke hustlers that bake that trash
Back and forth to they vacant✦ stash
Still in all I know a few that'll make that cash
Quick flip (uh), even✦ Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that fast
Y'all should treat me like royalty✦ (royalty)✦
Last of a dyin' breed, that puts money✦ and power✦ behind loyalty✦ (word)
Careful, that bitch shit'll rub off
Me, I'd rather✦ die with my balls, than have to live with 'em cut off (cut off)
Long winded,✦ be patient enough✦ to hear 'em
I'll give you the jewels, if you brave enough✦ to wear 'em
But know before✦ you swallow it up
Food for thought's only✦ as important as what'll follow✦ it up, Joey
(Joey...)
[Outro: Joe Budden]
Ta ha
Dessert for thought for y'all
Uh, go 'head, live with that
Yeah