Nobody Loves Me - Stack Bundles, Joe Budden

Look here.

See I grew up around the projects

Grew up around the Glocks yes

Taught to fend for myself whenever Pops left

A good kid turnin' into a hood prospect, why?

If so, it was after the bread risin' (Right)

After I put the hood on like Lil Red Ridin'

The gangsta that’s glorifyin'

And strugglin' bubbled number for a stack

And that’s a fact… until that?

(Oh!)

And if they did, I never felt it

Spent a couple nights in a box, I couldn’t help it (Dawg, I couldn’t help it)

When niggas on the tier ice grilled, I had to melt it

Dream was on the right track… somebody rebelled it

Was taught cash rules, but I ain’t have a dollar for livin'

No window, no pot to piss in (So!)

So all my dudes in they cells that’s locked in prison, is it cause.

(Nope!)

Til I pissed a few niggas off like Bill O’Reilly (Right)

Exposed the game’s soft spot like Maury (Ha!)

Showed the hustlers how we

Turned an advance to a grand finale (Heh)

Look here

I was doin' pull ups and eatin' pancakes (And then?)

And then I pulled up in that pancake (Talk to 'em!)

Suicide doors, iced the band and the face

Yes Jerze…(Ok)

Til I proved my name was a factor (How?)

Summertime, played the crate

Bathin' 8ths and chains that’ll change the chill factor (Schieeeet!)

Two toned toy to antagonize the children (Right)

It’s still Roc For Life like they kicked me out the building

But I ain’t goin' nowhere, at least no time soon

So get used to me, real niggas rep, that’s how it used to be

F-Y-I, still got the deuce-deuce wit' me

Why?

(I know… so?)

That’s why I got niggas robbed for their jewelry (Right)

Brought heaters to where my goons be (Right)

My divas in (?) (Right)

My groupies rockin' that Juicy (Whoo!)

40's on me but usually

The roofless coupe’s on the corner like a hooptie

(Right, right)

Oh!

I know!

It’s like I didn’t feel the love

Until I put the 645 on dubs

And sueded out the guts

In the belly of the beast, you make it out with guts

In that title, homeboys is naked without the trust (Ya Heard!)

Rep-wise I’m celibate, ain’t a soul fuckin' wit' 'em (Uh huh)

Emcees watch they mouths like Chris Tucker wit' 'em (Heh)

Up and comer’s owe me, until I’m paid, you stuck wit' 'em

(Why?)

Cause.