[Intro: Grafh]
Yeah
N***as been asking for this shit man, ahem
Go
Ha, Team Bang in this motherfucker
Joe Budden, ayy
My name Grafh, baby
Uh
See, I— I know what hip-hop need, n***a
We got it from here
Look here, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Grafh]
Grafh got 'em
Life's a bitch with ass shots mad rotten, but I'm still back shottin'
Still back boxing in back of the trap choppin'
Off-track joggin' with the city on my back, squattin'
I'm sasquatch-ing and squashing
I beat 'em into a pizza then add toppings
I got 'em all runnin' back hopping
Faster than Joe Budden have model broads coming back blogging (Stop)
As soon as she tweets, our fuckin cab's stopping
I dead her as soon as she plug her laptop in, ugh
Ooh, boy
I got the game sewn tighter than the pants on a new boy
True story, y'all expected me to fall
I am in the building with asbestos in the walls
I'm stepping on your arms then I put my heel under
Your elbow and lean on it while I'm stepping on your palm (Snap)
N***a, I represent New York City
The whole world in my hand like two small titties
In a two-door coupe with the roof all pretty
And my rim got my tires lookin' Snoop Dogg skinny, gone
[Chorus: Shalone & Joe Budden]
Woah, woah, woah
This is what you're missing in your life
It's music (Music)
I heard on the radio, was waitin'
Woah, woah, woah
This is what you're missing in your life
It's music (Music)
I heard on the radio, was waitin' (Go 'head)

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
You try it with a insider, riot inciter
Who ever think they eating who the diet get applied to
I show them the cal' and how behemoth it be
To you it's a war, it's just disagreement to me
I'm a behemoth on the cement, when you see him, fix your tone up
I'm coke-infested semen all grown up
But when I'm talkin week, that means I'm poppin' out in Vegas
Move in my own rhythm you won't spot it on the playlist
Like they shootin', I mean, watch 'em all clear
Finding a shell'll be like a needle in Ross' beard
But that was back in my so broke days
Now I don't even text back if she don't go both ways
Even then when they drop those drawers
Don't know if it's the cargos I wore or the Murciélago's doors
Back by the fire pit eating charcoaled s'mores
I'm masturbating with my brain, plottin' hardcore scores
I'm a mime, not a goon, I got every indication
That I be on top soon, the crib came with a stock room
So here a jewel to those mocking my craft
Can't tell them my stock rising if you ain't watching the graph, Joey
[Chorus: Shalone]
Woah, woah, woah
This is what you're missing in your life
It's music (Music)
I heard on the radio, was waitin'
Woah, woah, woah
This is what you're missing in your life
It's music (Music)
I heard on the radio, was waitin'