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• Artiste: Joe Budden
• Titre: Through My Eyes
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Featuring Tsu-Surf [Verse 1 Tsu-Surf] What if I told you grandma raised me, she was blind and all I was trappin, lil rappin, schools, nine and all Been to hell and back, couple ditches, all kinda falls Fiendin for them pills, I tried to trip a lot of Tylenols Who's to question bout my hustle and the way I'm eatin? Got a family, no job, I wake up late for meetings Early mornin, my momma's dishes got the razor treatment Gotta feed the team, god I can't afford to pay the deacons Man I believe in a lot of things But I really heard them choppers scream Daddy a man, he in a vest, I went and copped the thing Sinin since a gremlin, this a shit to make the doctor scream Speakin of my daddy, that’s another story I really like to call that my mother’s story I was rippin and crippin, chillin it wasn’t for me And I’ll be lyin if I say he ain’t do nothing for me Apologize if I’m talkin bout me But my fans they wanted hear me talkin bout street I could finish it by 8, I’d hit that block bout 9 Purp and cubicals at work, we leave that office by 3 Shit, shit I got a whole beat to go Long story short we tryina see the dough Ain’t mentioned my daughter yet, you should meet her Joe Just cuz you’d get a shot don’t mean you’d make this shit, it’s free to throw Kinda smart, won’t say I wouldn’t have been nothing But it’s something bout the streets that make a nigga keep jumpin when they call Just cuz I leave won’t mean I make it back My daughter 3, I mean she’s smart but try explaining that [Hook] I see in my way I’m getting all changed I mean is sinning really sinning when the end justify the means? And you would know why Am I wrong for winning for me and my team? If you look through my eyes I see in my way Casa ain’t really done shit I’m getting all changed They just wearing the uniforms and shit And you would know why Couple niggas dyin very day If you look through my eyes I mean what else could you say? [Verse 2] I mean so many things about this industry is missleadin Filled with so many feminine ways you would think it’s a Miss Leaton From all of my time in the streets I never got this for no reason No I’mma explore that half now, back then I wanted them pigs bleedin I’m who the kids see but I ain’t a role model For found the Genie, he was hiding in a coke bottle And since you talk about your dad you ain’t discover When you sign you’re probly fine and most these rappers is your brothers You raised these niggas How you learn in school days these niggas I can’t let a few raise these niggas It’s one and the same, still got every cal I bought Child support, the running in labels Begging em for an air support, the shit just as bad as I thought I’m stepping out with weapons out Loved ones in heaven now Persevered through death champ You lead your through Kevin Loud’s got black ball, bounce back ya’ll Now me in worse for your 7 maw Hunger of a draft pick even though I’m a legend now And so I’m blind like Stevie The joy my son get when he see me on TV, but ya’ll think he’s easy Ya’ll could barely walk in public if you was in my position Serve home and away games play the same just on different sets Nobody loyal, I’m alone, I don’t have a clique Top it off, rap money come slower than Viagra dick Feel like all my prayers hit my loved ones with an apteryx Cuz rappers shit, had me out to count you when my gramps was sick The block would ever let you know the half of it Why the flock niggas think I be on my passive shit? So I can’t decide who’s the braver man Cuz you a slave to them streets and I’m a slave to these fans [Hook] I see in my way Ya know what I mean? I’m getting all changed You niggas be wanting to switch places or trade places like shit is all good and all that And you would know why If you look through my eyes All niggas see is the cars and the hoes I see in my way See em in the strip club, little bit of Julio what they gave they gravy though I’m getting all changed And you would know why I must’ve punched one of these sucka niggas in the face last night If you look through my eyes I mean what else could you say? But the hood shit don’t stop Don’t stop cuz you ain’t in it They only think you take a nigga out the hood, you can’t take the hood out a nigga Yall don’t feel me though Young numb