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 bullsh*t that's fabricated
Like my rims keep spinnin' on the V on the ave
f*ck me gettin' shot at, or me gettin' stabbed
f*ck gettin' so high to the point that I was gettin' so high
Off of that high that I almost died
f*ck everything I've seen in the precinct that's indecent
Or the coppers tryna keep me in there for no reason
f*ck being homeless, rib cage showin'
Last night I had beef but had to go there to eat
f*ck me growin' up and not gettin' to see Dad
f*ck therapy, detoxes and rehabs
Dudes in the hood being wild undercover
Or me beefin' with my child's mother
Or f*ck Joe Budden the Third, chill
'Cause if you f*ck with Joe Budden the Third then, n*gga, that's my word
f*ck the jealousy, deceit
f*ck the strong-arm and B&E's, [?] much older than twenty-three
f*ck what I'm rappin', f*ck this and the pad
And n*gga f*ck me missin' my dad
Maybe if I rap 'bout buyin' the bar out, or all the jewellery that I got
Then maybe y'all n*ggas'll listen to that
But listen, know now that this is my whole style
And I can't rap that other sh*t, I don't know how
All the hate sh*t 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
n*gga, I write so the voices in my head just stop
n*gga, 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 n*ggas 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, n*gga, 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...