This Time...

Budah 01, This Time Deluxe

The instrumental brought to you by Jay of VS Ent.

Mixing and mastering done by Ford of The 4d Foundation

Lets go

I did it for my culture and I did it for my city
I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches
Am I wrong?
If you with me, then listen to me, get ready
Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history

I did it for my culture and I did it for my city
I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches
Am I wrong?
If you with me, then listen to me, get ready
Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history

Waking up to rain puddles in train tunnels
like "Fuck it,"
the kid late as fuck but a motherfucker is on his way
Stay humble
'cause i wait on a subway
some on runways wait on a plane
but the sun we stay under the same

and I'm underrated cus I'm understated
so saying that I'm the fucking greatest is an understatement
My lungs are caves with paintings done by somethin ancient
so it's visions I spit in the studio booth in the basement

Hate and love is one and the same
it come from your pain
but I'm numb to you fake fucks
what the fuck could I say?
If I gave a fuck,
the rubber would break
my lover would shake
the covers get stained
plus I bust a nut in her face

Dumb fucks like
"Budah what the fuck is you sayin?"
Nothin
it wasn't for you motherfuckers stuck in one place

This is for
the lovers and the fighters
drummers and the writers
who summon lightning and thunder with something to say

I did it for my culture and I did it for my city
I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches
Am I wrong?
If you with me, then listen to me, get ready
Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history

I did it for my culture and I did it for my city
I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches
Am I wrong?
If you with me, then listen to me, get ready
Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history

I don't mean to be controlling
but each iota of every moment holdin a mic
I own it

Hoes like "Budah, why you closed off?"
I'm like "I'm alright
why dont you take ya clothes off?"
Cheah

Til I see the freedom in our closeness
and we elope in Reno
holding each other
blindfolded
I'm closin my eyes
in the drivers seat
behind the wheel that you holdin
colliding at highspeeds
our vehicle explodin
and we die...?

...leave me alone
Only riders and soldiers
no phonies beside me on this ride
It's only riight...

...I don't need no bia in casinos to blow on my dice
The roll is still mine
yo

The chinito
he no neophyte
he more like Neo fightin the machine for the people 'cause he so fly with it

Listen
Time's still ticking
Dime's still tricking
Lives still ending
Rhymes get written
and tonight is only the beginning

I did it for my culture and I did it for my city
I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches
Am I wrong?
If you with me, then listen to me, get ready
Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history

I did it for my culture and I did it for my city
I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches
Am I wrong?
If you with me, then listen to me, get ready
Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history

I did it for my culture and I did it for my city
I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches
Am I wrong?
If you with me, then listen to me, get ready
Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history

I did it for my culture and I did it for my city
I spit it for the homies and I spit it for the bitches
Am I wrong?
If you with me, then listen to me, get ready
Flip a middle finger 'cause this one is for history