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[Verse 1: Joe Budden] I remember it like it just happened I could've sworn it was a dream But in reality it hit me like a nightmare Or at least that's how it seemed I just got a grip on our relationship We was ironing things out, started picking up steam And when we didn't need it is when it all got heated And we both said some things that we probably didn't mean Then God intervened, guess more was at stake Thought we left nothing over, He put more on the plate She came home from the doctor with news I've been wanting Says family was incoming, she's pregnant, twins coming But that's gotta be a lie She sighed, couldn't stop the tears coming from her eyes That birth control she on, for them it's suicide As long as it's still inside, two of them wouldn't survive Hard turn from memorable to cynical Picturing clothes for what would've been identical Similar outfits, similar names My deceased kid...

[Intro] We're about to set it off right now [Interlude 1] You know I ain't Bill Gates, honey But I'mma act like I ain't never had money [Hook] And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away And throw it away You see me throw it away And throw it away I like to throw it away Let's throw it away Let 'em know [Interlude 2] You know I ain't Jay-Z, honey But I'mma act like I ain't never had money [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Live from the area, area, wasted Try us we'll bury ya, bury ya, wasted Standing on couches, everybody know me Rock star, only thing that's left to do is O.D Realest nigga out here, out here In the club doing what got my name out here, out here You can call it tipping, you can call it tricking You can call it dissing, Got if your ballin Putting single one's up and go Throw them bitches on queue like Throw them in the sky when you hear us ...

Oh Told you (Royce da 5'9') Ryan’s a homicidal misfit I write the solution to biophysics On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics This my admission to having violent psychotic Quick devour polish it, politics By the way I’m higher than the Eiffel Tower tip I like writin’, but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite your shit Pause, inhalin’ hella kush Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push Felons, crooks, goin’ door-to-door like we sellin’ books Dolly Parton style, melons mushed Now my bitch a dancer, I’m ’bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you’d prob’ly rip your pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It prob’ly’ll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship Leave you niggas floatin’ in water, then go and drown a fish Fuck, I’m fuckin’ heinous, I make you fuckin’ famous Them lead showers is comin’, fuck is you sayin’? (Eminem) Fuck, it’s fuckin’ rainin’! Shit...