[Intro: Joe Budden, The Independents]
Valley of my world (Woah)
You'll be my
Only girl, still got Jers' on his back (Okay)
Matter fact, Jers' is back, ya heard?
In the valley of my world (We ain't goin' though) (One take [?])
You'll be my (Woah)
Only girl (Turn the music up) ([?] woah)
Listen (Talk to 'em)

[Verse: Joe Budden]
It's regular Joe, partner, rap is so popular (Oh)
Swear we gotta be the highest-rated soap opera (Okay)
Nowadays it ain't about whoever flow hotter
It's about gimmick, image, and whoever gross dollars (Yeah)
Why try to be me? Just a man with issues
They even complain then, some fans are so fickle
'Cause y'all fall for it (But) y'all n***as believe 'em
Gotta learn how to read 'em, gotta learn how to weed 'em
If somebody's promotin' gangster, dude's reachin'
'Cause gangsters and promoters are like two different regions
I'm so tired of beefin', this shit'll only end
In another man leakin' and another man bleedin'
Especially the rap beef, oh, I hate rap beef
Oh, half these cats ain't real, they only rap beef (No)
Half these cats should chill, that's if you ask me (No)
'Cause if you catch 'em with the Mill then it's a track meet
Plus I feel like every beef is the same (And now I'm)
Now I'm caught in it, beefin' with Game and his image is
The 'West Coast Saviour', must of been the only weapon at hand
I know 'Pac is in Heaven like, "Damn"
But that's a small problem, real little, in fact (Hahaha)
And Fab chill, wouldn't put you in the middle of that (I wouldn't)
I don't need a n***a help, nah, n***as is trash
Five on one, but ain't like none them n***as can rap
And I got other shit to deal with like my little bro becomin' a man
Gotta watch what he's becomin', he's fam (Talk to 'em)
Don't know if he's at the age where there's a gun in his hand
'Cause he'll be done in a can, see, he's young, understand
Lil n***as too smart to end up in a buildin'
But every n***a that I know that's in jail is brilliant
And they all got a story (Okay), normally full of glory
A few missteps and a couple of regrets
They all tight in the mental with credentials after all the shit they been through
Matter fact, they all got potential (You know)
Matter fact, we all got potential
But some of us don't use it (Oh), so havin' it is useless (Yeah)
He don't wanna be a 'Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda'
But he didn't, now he sittin', bunkie askin' how he get in
Now he just it, now he's pissed in (Oh)
He got loved ones but now we gotta visit 'em (What else?)
Yeah, he's talented, but now it's all hinderin'
Shit you woulda gave to 'em, now we gotta send it in
Whatever you doing youngin, dawg, it ain't fine
Without a breathalyzer, n***a, walk a straight line (Oh)
I gotta teach dude that friends ain't friends
And love ain't love, no matter how heart-shaped it is
You don't need friends, the cars [?]
You need 'em when times are hard, they adjacent with
That ain't where you wanna be and shouldn't have to
Wasn't in the before flick, shouldn't be in the after
Only tryna fuck you like incest
While you search like credit cards for who got your best interest?(Oh)
And I don't wanna talk your ear off
About a whole bunch of shit I'm still learnin' myself
Play your friends from far and keep your enemies close
'Cause I done been through enough for us both
[Outro: Joe Budden, The Independents]
[?] play your
Friends from far and keep your enemies close
'Cause I done been through enough for us both
Play your friends from far and keep your enemies close
'Cause I done been through enough for us both [?]
Valley of my world
You'll be my
Only girl
In the valley of my world
You'll be my
Only girl
Hahaha
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