| I ain’t the social type!
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| Joey!
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| Nah mean!
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| I ain’t with all the congregating!
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| Fuck niggas, hahaha!
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| It’s, It’s, It’s that 0−9!
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| Hey yo I can’t lie spent a few years trying to under stand why
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| When, how is it now I’m so anti
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| Face asked if you’ve ever seen a man cry
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| I think before that shit ain’t even pan right
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| So I don’t look at rap dudes like you fans might
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| Rude, its true excuse I got a slant eye
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| Regard its my security guard that’s why
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| I’m walking around feeling like I can’t die
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| Or I’m feeling like opportunity ran by (ME)
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| And I’m chasing it (OR) am I facing it
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| (NIGGA) No past I’m erasing it
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| I’m an addict got a habitual habit and I don’t avoid voids
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| Good at substitution replacing shit
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| I’m just trying to find my place with shit
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| Pacing quick I ain’t go no patience with
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| Niggas dead can’t speak they mind
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| What the fuck they got a mouth for
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| Me I’m so full of rage so used to being caged
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| I probably shouldn’t be outdoors
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| Everybody so scared of the truth
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| Look in my eyes an stare at the truth
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| They doing interludes and every interview
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| Talking about there prepared to shoot (bom bom)
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| I’m thought fool I’m resort to getting near a booth
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| They awful what I do to them unlawful
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| Boss dude ain’t got a high up to resort to
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| Just giving yourself a bad name
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| Yackidy yack the threats in fact is that lame
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| You can’t tell that axe arranged
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| Think I’m wearing a bulls eye
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| Just all them cats got bad aim I’ll explain
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| I’m past real they past phony
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| Ignore the personal an physical attacks on me
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| I remain cool relaxed homie
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| Brand new I ain’t got a scratch on me
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| So what your squad gonna do
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| Lay a hand on me I’ll lay a hollow on you
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| Change hands stab his pockets run his wallet on thru
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| Every club in new york nigga bottles on you
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| Better tell them what reluctance is
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| I’m controlled by uncontrolled substances
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| Soon as he thru I’ll show him what substance is
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| Know I’m nicer when I’m toasted I’m only rubbing it in (NIGGA)
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| You got beat up ignored in school
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| Signed a deal niggas thought you was cool
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| Only take one goner to slaughter your crew (SLAUGHTERHOUSE)
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| If your resume got deaded today they’d call you a fool (HOW BOUT THAT)
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| All them years rapping nothing else happening
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| You need a new day to day
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| Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid
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| Gasping timeout take a break from the play or grab a Gatorade
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| Bad contract team can’t make a trade
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| Majors fucking you in the ass you gonna stay a slave
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| Five-Nine in my ear saying hey behave
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| But shit is fucked up and i blame it on the way it was paved
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| I chill for the sake of your age
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| You great live but let me know when that stage get appraised
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| All in raising the stakes
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| Swear you and your label should prayeth
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| Thank God I was placed in this decade by mistake
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| I don’t belong here dad fucked mom in the wrong year
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| Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears
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| Wrong advancing funny sounds every songs weird
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| Wrong fashion its like everybody’s gone queer
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| Be clear I ain’t here to be fronting
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| You can dislike me I ain’t here to pretend
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| Run but you can’t hide I can’t lie
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| Told niggas in the first two bars I was anti
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| Oh!
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| Leave me running!
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| Joey!
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| No wonder, wheres an escape route when you need it?
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| Talk to 'em! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anti , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Escape Route, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп