When It All Implodes Lyrics

Joe Budden When It All Implodes lyrics

[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
They say the Worlds coming to an end, homie I dont care
Bullet proof in my closet that I dont wear
Niggas talk behind my back as if I wont hear
Back against the ropes like I wont dare
Bitch I dont tear
I know too many niggas facin 25 to life
I know too many aint make to 25 in life
Too many look up to me, Im who they idolise
No soap opera I aint your guiding light
Worry bout my car and the kit, wattup Michael Knight
I bared my all, you would think Im bout to die tonight
Im tryna not to get stuck, lifestyle of a Trojan
It mean Im tryna not to get f-cked, wattup!

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
Ill be in the front row when it all implodes

(I dont have to tel you thinks are bad)
(Everybody knows things are bad. its a depression)

I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
Ima have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
They say the Worlds coming to an end
I find it funny cause mine is just beginning
Mind is full of women, mines like a rollarcoaster
But I slow up the ride
Then they feel sick to they stomach
But all they could throw up is pride
You talking bout a recession that I cordially ignore
F-ck a dollar if you morally poor
R R R all of your gonna see is royalty ?
Nevermind income, spoil me with loyalty
Its too many fake niggas not enough real
Theres too many emcees, not enough deals
Too many broke, when theres too many bills
Too many ways to attain wealth, fuck the poor economy
Blame yourself
Guess we cant all leave the hood just rapping
And say society is twisted like it just happened
Nigga, I call bogusness so if you f-cked up
Probably cause you just noticed it

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
Ill be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
Ima have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

[Joe Budden - Verse 3]
They say the Worlds coming to an end
Now everybody got a complaint
Everybody tryna live like they some kind of saint
Only nigga not tryna be something I aint
That aint the picture I paint
And if I did itd be ?
Lifes a bitch, Im fully ready to meet her
Ill be in my best fit, Ima have the fresh caesar
Since Im eager, be in the room, dusting off the heater
Have a fully loaded forty pointed at her when I meet her
? gunpoint, bitch dont tempt me
Force her eyes open, looking vacant, empty
No wonder that they shower me with hatred and envy
Ive picked the wrong nigga couldnt make it against me
F-ck ya healthcare, health scare
Even though Im well aware
Counting down til I pull the trigger, like hell yeah
I be the last time you impose
Legs crossed with my cig lit
Now watch it all implode!

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
Ill be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
Ima have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

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