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[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
[?] not New York, but dudes get stabbed
Get shot like New York, niggas get robbed
Get got like New York, but they don’t make the news
‘Cause it’s not New York
Hope you heard me, boy, look, I’m from Jersey, boy
Where it’s still half off that [?], boy
I was driving, shotgun was Ike when that faggot on the bike
Rode by and tried to murk me boy
But chill, here’s the head crack, I’m an O.G., I don’t [?] that
[?] you nah mean?
[?] tools gon’ flare
In a society if you nobody then actually who’s gonna care?
They won’t call your next of kin, I’ll make your family aware
And the whole hood is dipped up so having sanity’s rare
I’m from where embalming fluid ain’t stop yet and city hall’s primary project
Is knocking down the projects, they ain’t finished that yet
See, I’m from carjack central, niggas’ll go in your ride
While you pick up the Jersey Journal, “Damn, so and so died”
I’m from where the dope game is bad, so every hustler can’t hustle
Tryna hustle [?] rapper
[?] a young nigga with a few bars to say
‘Cause nigga, rap’s the new wet, weed, and yay
I’m from where [?] had it locked ’til dude had him shot
For everybody to see and everybody was relieved
I’m from where the blocks is dark [?] with ya gun cocked
And the hospitals will fuck you up worse than a gunshot
From where screws is loose, gunpoint dudes strip nude
And that ain’t even half of New [?], nigga

[Ad-Libs: DJ Clue]
O-oh, o-oh
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[Verse 2: Stack Bundles]
From the last stop on the [?] train where the youngun let his thang bang
We shoulda left the two [?]
Where the skies is great ’cause no stars around
[?] was the last star around
Home [?] in the street
Fourty niggas [?] fourty-first side piece
Where Edgeman, Raw P, and Redford [?]
Get your shit [?] no gettin’ it back
We’re from where bitch niggas go to jail and turn thug, and (what else?)
Crip niggas go to jail and turn Blood, and
Niggas come home, flip a lil weed
End up with barbershops and music stores with CD’s
[?] niggas on seventh was gettin’ it [?]
[?] their own workers [?] uncomfortably
Where they argue ’bout whose fuckin’ whose broad
Or whose drivin’ what cars [?] niggas hatin’ like he got that [?]
Where old heads [?] gettin’ it [?] kept gettin’ robbed
So they wanted out the game and converted to God
Where niggas play the corners ’til they pecks is done
And out-of-towners come to blam blam the cannons and run
From the other side where Queen’s niggas don’t come through much
The record exec’s wouldn’t sign us, said we’d done too much
So they ran over to Brooklyn and thought [?]
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, them niggas [?] just like us
[?] the streets get the best of you the beef’s inevitable
[?] half price, [?]
[?] the soldiers fall and thugs we are all
I’m from [?], son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)

People on the airwaves always preach who I should be
How to dress
How to talk
“Baby” how to breathe
Wicked artist use their limber fingers
To paint pictures of what young girls are to aspire to be
I’m not alive if I’m not on illegal weed
I’m not in love without a man sitting next to me
Someone tell me if this is all an illusion
Or if I’m just a cog in the…

(CHORUS)
21st Century machine
It’s the place to be…
In the 21st Century Machine
Shelf light and live precariously

VERSE II
Sipping on rosè is your best solution
Down it all till your stumbling with past confusion
Then
Wake up and do it all over again
You only live once, Friday nights your only friend
And you shouldn’t worry
About your weight
And trust me when you’re not looking they’ll all still say you look great
Oh they’ll still say you look great

BRIDGE:
I’m in peril, they wanna give me hell
They look at me with hungry eyes as I’m another Infidel
But oh they like me
That’s why they wish me well
That’s why they pull me gently as I’m trapped inside their meld

Chorus:
In the 21st century machine
It’s the place to be
In the 21st century machine
Shelf light and live precariously
In the 21st century machine
It’s the place to be

ENDING;
And if you saw me right now
Would you still remember me??

I better slow down
‘Cause I keep keep trippin’ on words I don’t wanna say
Just tell me right now
‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay

I can’t commit, I can’t make plans
Sometimes the bet ain’t worth the hand
I think you’re special, it makes me sad
Don’t wanna wonder what we could’ve had
And I hope you understand
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Maybe I’m leavin’
Leavin’ here with nothin’
I might regret that I can’t be your man
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
And I can’t keep lettin’ this wave carry me away
So tell me right now
‘Cause I keep keep seein’ the signs you want me to stay

I got it bad
I think you know
You’re everything, you’re beautiful
But my life is fast, can’t make it slow
We’re here right now
Kiss me before I go, but you got to let me go
Don’t get your feelings broken for nothin’
Maybe I’m leavin’
Leavin’ here with nothin’
I might regret that I can’t be your man
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
(I been hurt before, don’t wanna hurt no more)
Sometimes the bet isn’t worth the hand
I gotta let ya know girl
I can’t let it go any longer
Sometimes it ain’t worth the hand

[Verse 1]
Little girls
Listen closely
Cause no one told me
But you deserve to know
That in this world, you are not beholden
You do not owe them
Your body and your soul

[Pre-Chorus]
All the youth in the world will not save you from growing older
And all the truth in the girl is too precious to be stolen from her

[Chorus]
It’s just the way it is
Maybe it’s never gonna change
But I got a mind to show my strength
And I got my right to speak my mind
And I’m gonna pay for this
They’re gonna burn me at the stake
But I got a fire in my veins
I wasn’t made to fall in line
No, I wasn’t made to fall in line
No

[Verse 2]
Show some skin
Make him want you
Cause God forbid you
Know your own way home
And ask yourself why it matters
Who it flatters
You’re more than flesh and bones

[Pre-Chorus]
All the youth in the world will not save you from growing older
And all the truth in the girl is too precious to be stolen from her

[Chorus]
It’s just the way it is
Maybe it’s never gonna change
But I got a mind to show my strength
And I got my right to speak my mind
And I’m gonna pay for this
They’re gonna burn me at the stake
But I got a fire in my veins
I wasn’t made to fall in line
No, I wasn’t made to fall in line
No

[Bridge: Distorted Male Voice]
1 2 3
Right 2 3
Shut your mouth
Stick your ass out for me
March 2 3
1 2 3
Who told you
You’re allowed to think

[Chorus]
It’s just the way it is
Maybe it’s never gonna change
But I got a mind to show my strength
And I got my right to speak my mind
And I’m gonna pay for this
They’re gonna burn me at the stake
But I got a fire in my veins
I wasn’t made to fall in line
No, I wasn’t made to fall in line
No

[Outro]
1 2 3
Right 2 3
Shut your mouth
Stick your ass out for me
March 2 3
1 2 3
Who told you
You’re allowed to think

[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Bond No. 9, smell me all the time
Trap still, drop the Jordan number nine
Kash Doll counting, I don’ cashed out
Made a million dollars on a cash route
Homer Simpson, dope doer all the time
All the blue flame ain’t hard to find
Shooters on deck with me all the time
Push the envelope if you cross the line
Broke nigga need a translator
You be talking to investigators
Nigga on me, fuck his baby momma
Made her suck the dick with a condom

[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Aye!
My conversations always, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Wrist prezzi, rolex, Trump- Obama
Hop up in the Maybach, I’m with Ricky
I’m with Scrilla, we the ones in every city
Look, waist snatched, ass fat, you know them titties
Gold chains, Coogi sweater, bitch I’m Biggie
Don’t pull it out the lot if it ain’t fucking kidding
Talking dinero, dollar, pound and peso bitches
Pussy so delicious, Chanel all in my dishes
Louis Vuittons six inches, when I handle all my buisness
About to pick the check up like a Nike bag!
Bank tellers love me, baby why you mad?
Aye!

[Hook]
Mister the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
I’m about to count a meal, me & Scrill
It’s four stories like a book inside my crib (levels)
MTV need to look at how I live
So when I talk that rich talk, you bitches know it’s real
I bought some Giuseppe’s just to wear them on a P.J
Got so many pair, you might never see a replay
My shit play up in Stroker’s, send a bottle to the D.J
Cell phone buzzing, the promoter’s say they need me
Rich talk, these Rosetta Stone’s
Different language when the fetty grows
KDmoji’s, for that rich talk
Even when I’m quiet, bitch my wrist talk

[Hook]