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thinkin bout tomorrow we ain't promised today This rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play The last of the greats, pay homage to me [Joe Budden:]

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now, I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song

[Verse 1:] If I had a choice I rather my higher power decide to take me first, I think the other way around would only make me worse, Rarely was I ever

Closer than close well Closer than most I just see so much in you And I want a better view I want to look deeper into you yeah See God built everybody

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] They say the World's coming to an end, homie I don't care Bullet proof in my closet that I don't wear Niggas talk behind my back

to marry them There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them [Joe Budden:] Reporting live from the

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! [Verse 1: Joe Budden

Thug changes [Verse 1:] Now we were once two niggas of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line Sorta, honestly I'll never guessed

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] When the night falls, and the smoke clears Millions of miles away, yet they so near I remember memories, so I'm never lead astray