Joe Budden Ventilation Lyrics

Mood Muzik 3: The Album Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Dear Diary
  • 2 Hiatus
  • 3 Family Reunion
  • 4 Get No Younger
  • 5 Un4given
  • 6 All of Me
  • 7 Long Way to Go
  • 8 Thou Shall Not Fall
  • 9 Ventilation
  • 10 Warfare
  • 11 Roll Call
  • 12 Secrets
  • 13 Send Him Our Love
  • 14 Star Inside Me
  • 15 Still in My Hood
  • 16 4 Walls

  • Time goes by
    Puffing on lie
    Hopping that it gets me by
    Got a nigga going crazy

    We call this on e ventilation

    Some niggas wanted to kill me
    Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
    Picture me getting bumped for a silly hand off
    The bullpens fucked up just as Willie Randolph See
    I could pop a few nickel plated glocks to
    It's easier to kill niggas than it is not to
    I let the pot grew
    Then the plot grew
    It the labels job to label you don't fit it and they'll drop you
    Finally made a move on something I been saw
    Sometimes you got to lose the fight if you trying to win the war
    I'm focused on tomorrow
    I'm done seeing my friends in the rearview thing we really closer than we are
    Fuck the record label
    No relation or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
    How you sit so long when you spew classics?
    I tell niggas I can't understand it "that's blue magic"
    The rap game as is either you on some snap shit
    Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is
    I hear niggas joints and take it personal WHY
    Now everybody want to spit about their personal lives
    Before that was none existent
    Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to cause friction
    Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad Karma
    What her past the somber maybe I attract drama yeah
    Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit
    Just adding some salt and pepper to reality while
    Other artistes is obsessed with more toys
    Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there lost boys
    Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going
    Left the benz at the dealers till the kit was on
    I don't feel niggas songs
    So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on ratches that's the tip I'm on
    Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
    Calling god a bastard
    Calvin look way different in person then they had him looking in his casket
    I'm looking in his casket like he had no face
    I was at a lost for words like fiasco gate
    So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
    My soul akin trying to stay low maintains
    I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no patience
    I done made the ave hot
    Been had as stab shot
    Waiting on my jackpot
    Always been a have not
    Always been an under dog little guy still try
    Cause I think I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
    Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a fine line
    Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time, time
    Give me a sign kind of shock he won't
    See I want another baby but my pockets don't
    Normally that wouldn't bother me
    Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the lottery
    Young black and shameless
    Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second language
    Why do I entertain it
    Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change shit
    Wind up igging each other for the whole week
    It's a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you
    We been rocking for years you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
    Not a cheater on occasion still fuck a bitch
    Who knows why maybe just to be covered
    I'm me she her we both had enough of it but won't leave
    We the only ones who put up with it
    In all areas it's like my stocks crashing
    Wishing all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
    Trying to be tasteful
    Not mad or hateful

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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