Better Me

[Intro: Joe Budden]

I hear what nigga's sayin'.

Nigga's gonna' talk to me like...

Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on.

When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily 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 it's Coach.

You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga.

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

Look here,

Look, look...

I get a ghetto gospel

Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile.

Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool

Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my highstool;

That's what bein' high do.

If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke

They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote.

'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents

An' all the shit we did

The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is.

Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in

Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason?

At times I had ta' take doe

Nigga did whatever for a peso

Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat.

A can it be, 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy

Maybe I was prone to fallin' in love wit' vanity

Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow

Tell God I'm better than the shit I show

I gotta grow, c'mon.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Whoa...

Now look...

Now niggas say I floss too much

So... has he changed?

'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much.

All they should say is that he strong

Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on

Lu Vuitton carry on.

[??] wit' my blessing's at a delay

Now ta' lace my chick in [??] is sorta' cliché.

Plane ain't gonn' ever land, less it's in the Netherlands

Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band.

Ask for a better hand

I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran

That'll make me less a man.

I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant

I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate.

Some niggas get complaints an' why...

Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly.

If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride.

Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3]

Look, look, look...

Part of me was gruesome

I ain't changed, I grew some

An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come.

Dudes that smoked trees wit' me

Dudes that used ta' be wit' me

They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty.

'Cause I don't burn it down

But to me it's commonsense -

You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'.

Show 'em your game face -

I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race.

Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace

Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate.

So don't say I went from broke ta' booshie

I'm far from highend I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka.