Spring Training Lyrics - Joe Budden

We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizing 

Nah, I'm not rapping, I'm prophesizing 

Quite simply, seat back, diamond white Bentley 

Approach it I might empty, since I never gave a FUCK 

Ain't nothing you can say that might offend me 

Not when only reason shorty's in the ride is to ? me 

When you do a little better they begin to hate ya 

So I keep animals with me, it's just in my nature 

If you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make ya 

You just keep hearing what's coming from them incinerators 

But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it 

Me, I been to hell and back the shit is over rated 

But every day could be your last, so if trouble met me 

He'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys 

You want a crash course? Know the damages 

I promise y'all that if I got high I'd smoke Canibus 

From best to worst, from legend to barely here 

Since they repo'd your prime this shit ain't really fair 

Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight 

Lost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8 

In '012 why rep that hard? 

And who the fuck dug him up from Wyclef's backyard? 

But off him, not a part of you is trife 

And you can't afford the drama when your Arsenal's a knife 

No heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphan 

Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans 

I ain't even got to stab you, far from a threat 

I don't get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you 

Come to rapper shit, you real bad at matching wits 

I'm better with a badder bitch, how I'm not the catalyst? 

When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit 

I fall off the same day Tyler Perry'll miss it 

But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly 

Call this a rivalry when your idle's me 

How you throw a shot at everything you try to be? 

Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me 

Now tell me that's your strategy son 

The clip's extended, they looking like Natalie Nunn 

Sayin' we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me? 

As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies 

And if you decide to cross Joe, I'll be waiting with a crossbow 

And feed his torso to my baby cane corso 

Shit has gone far enough, it's time to finish this 

Should stop starting chess matches 'gainst the limitless 

Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed 

Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy 

I don't care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke 

You think the fans are buying music, I'm selling hope 

Here's some insight homie, fuck making a friend 

My funeral gonna be by invite-only 

By chance I'm going to hell maybe for selling dope 

I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope 

Might want to see Heaven, might need a telescope 

A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar's low 

Bottle service, maybe a couple whores 

High ceilings, flat screens and double doors 

I'm not a cult member, I'm not a worshipper 

Just a Jers nigga tryin'a have a couple words with her 

Strollin' through the hood till she seem outta place 

Used to niggas blowing her up that'll cling to her waist 

Me, I've never been a nigga that a fiend had to chase 

Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face 

So I put my G stacks up against your little weed stash 

A one time only event, won't get a recap 

Aim it at his knee caps, have niggas in your crib 

When you get home, your lil' girl in the back they think it's TCAP 

So y'all can put all the blaming on me 

But keep in mind this is training for me