Through the Wire - Joe Budden

Now if it goes to the wire

I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter

Walk barefoot over coal, over fire

Nobody’s gonna love me like me, so I’m my sole provider

If it goes to the wire

I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter

Walk barefoot over coal, over fire

Nobody’s gonna love me like me, so I’m my sole provider

Nobody thought I’d ever be dope with the pen

Whole first album was real, all wrote from within

Got a little bit of fame, I’m in the five, top off

lokin' again, nah, I ain’t smokin' again

Maybe I was too advanced, or 'cause the masses

Didn’t go through it firsthand maybe they couldn’t understand

The trials of a kid who never graduated

Maybe they’d rather hear some bullshit that’s fabricated

Like my rims keep spinnin' on the V on the ave

Fuck me gettin' shot at, or me gettin' stabbed

Fuck gettin' so high to the point that I was gettin' so high

Off of that high that I almost died

Fuck everything I’ve seen in the precinct that’s indecent

Or the coppers tryna keep me in there for no reason

Fuck being homeless, rib cage showin'

Last night I had beef but had to go there to eat

Fuck me growin' up and not gettin' to see Dad

Fuck therapy, detoxes and rehabs

Dudes in the hood being wild undercover

Or me beefin' with my child’s mother

Or fuck Joe Budden the Third, chill

'Cause if you fuck with Joe Budden the Third then, nigga, that’s my word

Fuck the jealousy, deceit

Fuck the strong-arm and B&E's, much older than twenty-three

Fuck what I’m rappin', fuck this and the pad

And nigga fuck me missin' my dad

Maybe if I rap 'bout buyin' the bar out, or all the jewellery that I got

Then maybe y’all niggas’ll listen to that

But listen, know now that this is my whole style

And I can’t rap that other shit, I don’t know how

All the hate shit on me and the fakeness I see

I write the real and you can’t take that from me

If it goes to the wire

I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter

Walk barefoot over coal, over fire

Nobody’s gonna love me like me, so I’m my sole provider

I don’t write so my label can be on top

Nigga, I write so the voices in my head just stop

Nigga, I write my life and it’s way too real

This is Pay-per-view, not the Dave Chappelle

Joey hated by many and loved by few

One of the last real niggas left, what you wan' do?

Trouble with my voice, but even without a voice

Still for every hood in New Jersey I’m the choice

Used to break up in a house for a TV

Two years later, look Mouse on TV

My story nonetheless

And it’s a story of success, nigga, it’s the story of the best

If it goes to the wire

I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter

Walk barefoot over the coal, over fire…