Through The Wire

Lyrics

[Chorus (Extended)] Now if it goes to the wire I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter Walk barefoot over coal, over fire Nobody's gonna love me like me, so I'm my sole provider If it goes to the wire I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter Walk barefoot over coal, over fire Nobody's gonna love me like me, so I'm my sole provider [Verse 1] Nobody thought I'd ever be dope with the pen Whole first album was real, all wrote from within Got a little bit of fame, I'm in the five, top off [?] lokin' again, nah, I ain't smokin' again Maybe I was too advanced, or 'cause the masses Didn't go through it firsthand maybe they couldn't understand The trials of a kid who never graduated Maybe they'd rather hear some bullshit that's fabricated Like my rims keep spinnin' on the V on the ave Fuck me gettin' shot at, or me gettin' stabbed Fuck gettin' so high to the point that I was gettin' so high Off of that high that I almost died Fuck everything I've seen in the precinct that's indecent Or the coppers tryna keep me in there for no reason Fuck being homeless, rib cage showin' Last night I had beef but had to go there to eat Fuck me growin' up and not gettin' to see Dad Fuck therapy, detoxes and rehabs Dudes in the hood being wild undercover Or me beefin' with my child's mother Or fuck Joe Budden the Third, chill 'Cause if you fuck with Joe Budden the Third then, nigga, that's my word Fuck the jealousy, deceit Fuck the strong-arm and B&E's, [?] much older than twenty-three Fuck what I'm rappin', fuck this and the pad And nigga fuck me missin' my dad Maybe if I rap 'bout buyin' the bar out, or all the jewellery that I got Then maybe y'all niggas'll listen to that But listen, know now that this is my whole style And I can't rap that other shit, I don't know how All the hate shit on me and the fakeness I see I write the real and you can't take that from me [Chorus] If it goes to the wire I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter Walk barefoot over coal, over fire Nobody's gonna love me like me, so I'm my sole provider [Verse 2: Joe Budden] I don't write so my label can be on top Nigga, I write so the voices in my head just stop Nigga, I write my life and it's way too real This is Pay-per-view, not the Dave Chappelle Joey hated by many and loved by few One of the last real niggas left, what you wan' do? Trouble with my voice, but even without a voice Still for every hood in New Jersey I'm the choice Used to break up in a house for a TV Two years later, look Mouse on TV My story nonetheless And it's a story of success, nigga, it's the story of the best [Chorus (Condensed)] If it goes to the wire I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter Walk barefoot over the coal, over fire...