Joe Budden
Lyric guide

No Idea

Read No Idea lyrics by Joe Budden on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.

Joe Budden visibility0 visits
person Curated by Ethan Walker LyroVerse team
Reference snapshot

The page facts to cite before the commentary

Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.

Page type: lyric reference Artist: Joe Budden Canonical path: /joe-budden/no-idea Related lyric paths: 6
Lyrics

No Idea

The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.

Look, I was always told you can't make it make sense don't trust it

So I'll be out the country with the phone off, f-ck it

Grown from when I was dusted

But took something away out of every moment I suffered

So y'all can go on and judge it

There's a reason that I'm tellin baby girl she gotta practice patience

I plan on changing my ways I'm just procrastinating

Putting it off like I'll never be in a casket layin

With both my parents going crazy as the pastor's praying

Prideful, I don't even succumb when I'm defeated

All it do is get me mad, and I'm comfortable heated

I come from a family of drunks, I'm the one that succeeded

So nowadays I talk to God when nothing is needed

I'm sorry I don't speak the language of

Rappers in the closet, but they won't hang it up

I'm only trying to build what they attempt to destroy

We had a perfect game until it was Jim Joyce'd

Check it, what was once so majestic

Is now only adored by epileptics

I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can't accept it

But when something gives you nightmares, can you afford to recollect it

If you can just know them odds stacked

Airplanes ain't shooting stars, you can't B.O.B. that

I found out when discussing paper

Some will sell their soul and deal with the repercussions later

[Chorus]

With every curve they throw

Every shot that blows, I'm still here

It be the ones that's pretending to know that really have no Idea

I just let em all go ahead and speak my name

How far you gonna reach for fame

Go ahead and fuck up your career

I don't care, cause they have no idea

[Verse 2]

So sick it's livid, all pics are vivid

A stiff of being gifted, gotta be equipped to live with

His critics, misquote him and miss tidbits

So he's mislabeled, misunderstood, misfit'd

Anytime I was misinformed or misguided

I went and got advice from a dude that wouldn't apply it

And he'll give out that lesson for free

Without a grudge, but I keep the past present with me

So every morning on the wake up, and she's applying make up

I'm pondering all the different ways for us to break u

Women have a tendency to get fickle

Predictable, lie and say his dick little

It be the ones you could see yourself with forever

Giving you a lecture talking about you neglect her

Couple years in, the strip club will upset her

And she'll act like you ain't have them same habits when you met her

When you can't take her

You start dropping hints for her to read between the lines

But she'll act like Fantasia

It'll be so much to be said but no one will convey it

The relationship will be over but no one will say it

A doomed fate, living with who you'd soon hate

Ex life partners trying to co-exist as roommates

Once you go through it you'll believe it

And you'll never give a woman more than you'll want her to leave with

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

How can the fans think us rappers are invincible

Cant find anything about that logic that's sensible

I'm thinkin they should know better off of principle

To them we're action heroes, to labels we're Expendables

My old approach was apprehensible

Some started thinkin their 15 minutes of fame was extendable

They dont cherish the moment like they probably should

Once they star's submitted they act Hollywood

Gwapped up stacks to grip

Now you're being chauffeured in the back of whips, life style's immaculate

Out of touch with reality, I'll help you get a grasp of it

Success breeds change, but so does a lack of it

The homie's sending out subliminals,

Since you a failed rapper, failed criminal, four bars is the minimal

Since you ain't from the streets I'll help and tell you the way it works

Say a nigga snitching, I'm saying show me the paper work

I don't get why the inferior bother to diss me

Heart of my city, when I go take a part of it with me

I think god will understand that was part of my misery

So instead of "father forgive me" it's "father ya dig me?"

Spectated just to see if I'd get checkmated

Less progress brings less hatred which would segue it

I learned the hard way somethings are better kept sacred

Fail at given em your all, you'll just be left naked

[Chorus]

Quick answers

What this page can answer fast

Who performs "No Idea"?

Joe Budden performs "No Idea", and this lyric page sits inside the Joe Budden catalog on LyroVerse.

Are there related songs to explore after "No Idea"?

Yes. The related section below points to #1 and 10 Mins with a short reason for opening each page next.

Where can I find more songs by Joe Budden?

Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Joe Budden's lyric pages.

Song Room

Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song

Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.

Open Song Room
0 followers Selected insights only surface after moderation
Listener comments

What people are saying

0 comments
Add a short interpretation or memory

A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.

Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.

No listener comments on No Idea yet.