I'm right here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes

No alliances with Meek, it's still f**k him too

Before we start, to the fans, I'm uncomfortable too

Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all cause I got love for the dude

But now my phone blowin' up, they're like what I'm gonna do?

Show the world you shouldn't poke a man with nothin' to lose

All of this just because I wasn't in love with his Views

Whatever happened, I just know they got me f**kin' confused, hey



Mic check, mic check

One two, one two

Wait a minute!

Drake: I'm happy, I'm honored... I'm, I'm, I'm honored to be around you, man

Joe Budden: Yo c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Drake: Okay so I can't be honest on your network here? I can't be honest to your fans and say I'm honored to be around you?

Joe Budden: It ain't an honor to be around me!

Drake: We all used to listen to you so I don't even... you need to learn how to take compliments. Don't say that in vain, he's one of the best. You know that, right?

Other Person: What up? What up?

Drake: I said don't say it in vain, you know he's one of the best

Other Person: Nah it's all love

Joe Budden!



Look, enough of the sentimental crap

Cool if you into that

f**k all of these subs, who they intended at?

I won't believe it's me without forensic facts

They don't normally mention Black when pennin' their raps

But then I listen back, I heard a pinch of sass

Tender ass Teddy come around, he gon' get pinned to grass

I come around with every inch of the mag

I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought Quentin was bad

You made me proud, lad, but it seems my child mad

With all the clout that he grabbed, it's still doubts from his dad

Look, this ain't promotional, you just emotional

No doubt you got Starbucks, with all that Joe in you

I part his reign lightnin' fast, just what Joseph do

A black cloud all over the 6, check the overview

You're so indirect, shit wasn't real clear

Either Jimmy actin' or he really miss a wheelchair

What he don't know is we the most kindred of souls

I should've did this two Kendricks ago

He wanna sing? Well let's get into the show, commence my role

For Jodeci, Boyz II Men, we at the end of the road

I figure he's that close to his death to know the reaper

In fitted sweats with old sneakers, the flow ether

Gassed cause he KO'd Omeeka, no Joe's deeper

Quick to put extension on singer, that's Moesha

Nothin' 'bout Rick slick, but show of the Caesar

My crust from the same old pizza as Mona Lisa

So how you callin' out the lyrical god?

Your face light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts

Cause your words ain't sayin' a thing

I kilogram without weighin' a thing

Nigga you baitin' a king

Tell you the way that Golden State say to it's team

Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna play on the wing