| See the haters is still soupin and
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| Y’all ain’t happy to hear that I’m really couping it
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| Haters I’m really doing it
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| You can’t step to me, I’m awkward, I box lefty
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| Nah, better yet I’m ambidextrous, I can do it with both
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| Haters tried to put a stop to it, I had to do it with toast
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| They don’t like that I don’t do it like most, muhfucka
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| Can’t help the fact that I spit up acid
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| I’m from A Different World
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| Son I’m Dwayne Wayne without the flip up glasses, dog
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| A lot of you herbs be phony
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| I never said I’m the illest, but at this present time I’m Jersey’s only
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| Trying desperately to wrap me up, started to fight with the game
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| Now what other rapper from my hood’ll back me up?
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| And now they mad in the streets, but if I was wack it’d peace
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| And I never asked to be part of rap’s elite
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| I was like y’all, struggling, I lived in my mom’s crib
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| Then I dropped a couple freestyles and the people responded
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| And now when you flip about the stations
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| DJs holler «let's take it to Jersey»
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| All you hear is, uh, «salutations!»
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| I’m working hard on my grind I’m about to make it
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| See my cloud is raising, why can’t I manage without the hating
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| The sooner the greater, if everything was peace
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| We could be a Unit like Flavor
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| Look around, you bout to ruin it hater
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| With a major, still I’m working myself
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| And I’m right where I wanna be so you only hurting yourself
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| Hoping I shelf, I’m promoting myself
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| And the bottom line is that hating is just self-centeredness just showing itself
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| Wanna bust off to hit me cause all the twenties in the loft is crispy
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| And all the streets want is Jumpoff and 50
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| Die traitor, asking me why playa
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| When I breeze through, all I do is look at you
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| Hi hater
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| Best friends become strangers, you shady dunn
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| And I done gave you some guidance, you chasing my baby moms
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| I used to feel I’m your man, know what that feel like my man?
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| How you look yourself in the mirror, still feel like a man?
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| Joey
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| Future greatest, I ain’t twisted at all
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| And four albums down the line you can say you witnessed it all
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| Just think, you could say we had some business before
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| You could go as far as saying that we was niggas before
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| But it’s just me and my box of bogeys I can’t flock with you clonies
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| God damn being on top, it’s so lonely
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| Sony say I sound like Grafh
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| I was signed a good year and a half before he popped up
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| Don’t say I’m trying be something I’m not, what
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| Joe Budden dogs, I’m back in the circuit, the block is shut
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| This fall is a hot season
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| Def Jam invited me here and I’m not leaving
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| Just me and my box of bogeys, got my Glock as my homie
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| God damn being on top, it’s so lonely |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Lonely , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп