It’s Just Music

Lyrics

[Intro: Grafh] Yeah Niggas been asking for this shit man, ahem Go Ha, Team Bang in this motherfucker Joe Budden, ayy My name Grafh, baby Uh See, I— I know what hip-hop need, nigga We got it from here Look here, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Grafh] Grafh got 'em Life's a bitch with ass shots mad rotten, but I'm still back shottin' Still back boxing in back of the trap choppin' Off-track joggin' with the city on my back, squattin' I'm sasquatch-ing and squashing I beat 'em into a pizza then add toppings I got 'em all runnin' back hopping Faster than Joe Budden have model broads coming back blogging (Stop) As soon as she tweets, our fuckin cab's stopping I dead her as soon as she plug her laptop in, ugh Ooh, boy I got the game sewn tighter than the pants on a new boy True story, y'all expected me to fall I am in the building with asbestos in the walls I'm stepping on your arms then I put my heel under Your elbow and lean on it while I'm stepping on your palm (Snap) Nigga, I represent New York City The whole world in my hand like two small titties In a two-door coupe with the roof all pretty And my rim got my tires lookin' Snoop Dogg skinny, gone [Chorus: Shalone & Joe Budden] Woah, woah, woah This is what you're missing in your life It's music (Music) I heard on the radio, was waitin' Woah, woah, woah This is what you're missing in your life It's music (Music) I heard on the radio, was waitin' (Go 'head) [Verse 2: Joe Budden] You try it with a insider, riot inciter Who ever think they eating who the diet get applied to I show them the cal' and how behemoth it be To you it's a war, it's just disagreement to me I'm a behemoth on the cement, when you see him, fix your tone up I'm coke-infested semen all grown up But when I'm talkin week, that means I'm poppin' out in Vegas Move in my own rhythm you won't spot it on the playlist Like they shootin', I mean, watch 'em all clear Finding a shell'll be like a needle in Ross' beard But that was back in my so broke days Now I don't even text back if she don't go both ways Even then when they drop those drawers Don't know if it's the cargos I wore or the Murciélago's doors Back by the fire pit eating charcoaled s'mores I'm masturbating with my brain, plottin' hardcore scores I'm a mime, not a goon, I got every indication That I be on top soon, the crib came with a stock room So here a jewel to those mocking my craft Can't tell them my stock rising if you ain't watching the graph, Joey [Chorus: Shalone] Woah, woah, woah This is what you're missing in your life It's music (Music) I heard on the radio, was waitin' Woah, woah, woah This is what you're missing in your life It's music (Music) I heard on the radio, was waitin'