Come Along Lyrics - Mood Muzik 4 - Joe Budden

You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here 

I'd hold you up and say to your mother 

This kids gonna be the best kid in the World 

This kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew 

And you grew up good and wonderful, it was great 

Just watching everyday was like a privilege 

Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World 

And you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you! 

Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all 

Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more 

You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall 

But even my writers block ends in a fire wall 

Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts 

If they ran shit why it won't show up in they track records 

How can the critics ever hear me and say I'm a suffer 

How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other 

Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time 

Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind 

Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme 

Be competitive coke heads and go line for line 

Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off 

With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store 

Under the microscope I rebut' the scrutiny 

If I'm to be compared it's only to who I used to be 

Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover 

This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers 

Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her 

See you the type to get hype to hug her but won't try to fuck her 

No pencil thin bitches, me that ain't the style he dates 

Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face 

Introduce the newcomers to my habitat 

The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath 

Let me tell you something, here right now 

The World ain't all sunshine and rainbows 

It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are 

It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it 

You, no nobody is gonna hit as hard as life 

But it ain't about how hard you hit 

It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward 

Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one 

But you'll ultimately end up in the same place 

So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater" 

I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper 

But better living should be earned, never fed or giving 

So I traded my recognition instead for a vision 

They always told me that I'd end up dead or in prison 

Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping 

At the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone 

Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans 

I always managed to do better when his doubts shown 

I'll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones 

Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor 

They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler 

Where I'm from niggas with fear getting slumped by shooters 

But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers 

I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto 

Give them substance but they treat every word like it's a hollow 

My niggas off parole I'm tryna give them something pure to follow 

Cause he ain't have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle 

I come from where so many people where raised with neglect 

Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest 

All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test 

Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct