Joey Bada$$ other songs:

 

Outside lyrics - Westside Boogie & Joey Bada$$

Alright, uh

Bitch, I ain't early, I say, "'Bout time," uh

Shit, I ran up hills in my downtime, uh

Y'all spendin' all day swattin' house flies, uh

That let me know that y'all not outside, oh

Who really outside? It's all about the approach

I been wantin' the smoke when my auntie was on dope

Got a bed that's full of bodies, got a closet full of ghosts, mm

Yeah, I'm cool with rappers, niggas actin' like we close

Shit, I'm the greatest on the coast and niggas thought I knew the Pope, mm

Blessed me with the hands that's catchin' all these niggas' fans, uh

'Posed to be your mans, damn, my nigga, you got scammed, uh

Funny that I'm standin' with the dude who made stand

But never treat me like the fan, 'cause what I am, what I am

Whatever you say I am, shit, if I was interested

Why would I say I am shit?

And the, the radio don't even play my jam

I give no damn, I'm in Bompton with the fam'

You say, "It's early," I say 'bout time, uh

I kill these niggas in my downtime, uh (Right)

They spendin' all day swattin' house flies (Badmon)

With couch time that let me know that they not outside (Yes)

Oh, who really outside? It's all about the approach (Woo)

Make it this far, gotta keep a couple scopes on me (Uh)

Bitch, I'm not a star, I stuff the chopper in my coat, homie (Uh)

They know who we are, they just think that we don't know

Reach your hand up in this fire, see if you don't get roast, homie

Eight years later, nigga, I deserve to boast (Yeah)

Still burnin' bread, nigga, I deserve a toast (Right)

Champagne spillin', big pimpin' off the coast (Right)

With my pocket full of knots, I could show you these loaves, uh

E'erybody smilin' 'round me, I ain't said no jokes, uh

On the block, sporty, Glock .40 in the tote, uh (Yeah)

Said they're best friends, fuck it, I'ma need both (Uh)

But she let me paint her face (Right)

I'm like Picasso with the stroke (Uh-huh)

Sleepin' with the king and she gotta stay woke (Woo)

If we ain't in the same boat, then that bitch afloat (Woo)

I'm stylin' in the drop like a nigga slang dope

Eyes wide when I'm outside, ready for the smoke (Uh)

Like I ain't takin' tokes, I could put you on game

I just hope you takin' notes

Bitch, I had the fame way before I learned to cope

Put respect up on my name, I'm surrounded by the G.O.A.T.s

You say, "It's early," I say 'bout time, uh

I kill these niggas in my downtime, uh

They spendin' all day swattin' house flies

With couch time that let me know that they not outside

Oh, who really outside? It's all about the approach

Know it's all 'bout the finish

I think I'm bein' too timid, I think I need to get with it

I think the reason I'm missing' 'cause I been lackin' precision

I think the credit they owe me should never come with a limit

I'm the best rapper that, wait, I'm the best rapper alive

I'm talkin' niggas that's sinnin', I'm talkin' niggas retired

I'm talkin' niggas that's comin', I'm talkin' niggas that's tried

I'm talkin' niggas that died, I'm talkin' all 'em combined

Man, I been fightin' with a lotta shit

Fightin' with myself 'cause I been fightin' my environment

Fightin' with my friends 'cause they been fightin' with entitlement

Tryna get inspired, you niggas ain't been no help

Got me competin' with myself

If I break these mental walls, then I get through to my brain

If I keep smokin' this tree, I find the root of my pain

Shit, if I make it through the flame with no burnt skin, uh

While I'm standin' in the ash, know I earnt this

I learned that y'all niggas ain't really outside

Pantie Raid Pt. II lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Age ain't nothing but a digit

If you with it, with it

Hit my line we could kick it

Okay you're obviously brainwashed

Our time ain't the same watch

Waiting by your grandfather clock like that shit gon' stop for us

Expand your ocular

Push the granddaddy proper, uh

Whatever you do just please don't drop the stuff

Is it awkward love or is it proper lust?

I'm not what's just poppin' though I'm what's popular

I love it when you scream big poppa bear please stop

You know my animal style

Apex on top that latex gon' pop safe sex ain't a option

They be sitting on your chin like it's up for adoption

Give a fuck who watching

Guess who knocking the boots

A foul doctrine

Exactly what got me so into you

Don't tell your boo

You let that rap nigga in your gut

If he knew you like I knew you

Then he know you give it up

You know that vanilla thin lust with the chocolate chunk

Something like a strawberry and bury it up

Age ain't nothing but a digit

If you with it, with it

Hit my line we could kick it

Yo open up what's for lunch?

She said 47 flavors of that shit come rushing up

Got your blood flowing a pump let's quarrel for the nut

I got the Woodstock

How much wood can a wood thot suck

What if the thot could guarantee she would

And that's a tad bit explicit

If it's implicit lift the clitoris lip and kiss it

Listen to me, bust it for me magnificently

So devilish you magnify the Christian in me

Unexpected positions when we switching between

When it's over you see the inner magician in me

Abra ka dagger and gag her

Ain't tricking if you got it, but she was tricking when I had her though

Woke up early 'cause I had to go

Early bird want the early worm

Yo I swear she so nasty yo

She like them nuts to taste pistachio

Always tell me papi don't let go you fantastico

Age ain't nothing but a digit

If you with it, with it

Hit my line we could kick it

Passports & Suitcases lyrics - (feat. KayCyy)

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Passports, passports, yeah

Uh, sometimes, I trip just on how happy we could be

Fuck it, girl, let's take a trip, drop all your shit and let's leave

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, got everything that you need

Anything that you please

Girl, just follow my lead, baby, yeah

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby, yeah

I got everything you need, baby, yeah

Tell me what it's gon' be, baby (Be, baby), yeah

Let me know right now

Should we slow things down? (Slow things down)

Should I hold my ground?

You gon' me hold down

What's the hold up, now?

Need to know right now

Need to know right now

Need to know right now (Oh, yeah, yeah)

She a Gemini (She a Gemini)

My little pudding pie (My little pudding)

Social butterfly (Social butter')

Watch her flutter by (Watch her flutter)

Let her sing to me (Sing), like a lullaby (Like a lullaby)

She like a dream to me (She like a dream), but I can't close my eyes (But I can't, but I can't)

Passports and suitcases (Passports)

On to some new spaces

Tighten up like loose

Tighten up like loose braces

Oh, no

They trip like it's their shoelaces

Trust me, on the first date, that sound too crazy

You say you love me on the first date, girl, you too wavy, uh, too wavy

Uh, sometimes, I trip just on how happy we could be

Fuck it, girl, let's take a trip, drop all your shit and let's leave

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, got everything that you need

Anything that you please

Girl, just follow my lead, baby, yeah

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby, yeah

I got everything you need, baby, yeah

Tell me what it's gon' be, baby (Be, baby), yeah

Girl, I want you to really want me more than I want you

You could trust me

I said, "I want you to really want me more than I want you, you could trust me" (You could)

Passports and suitcases (Passports)

On to some new spaces

Tighten up like loose

Tighten up like loose braces

Oh, no

They trip like it's their shoelaces

Trust me, on the first date, that sound too crazy

You say you love me on the first date, girl, you too wavy, uh, too wavy

Perception Vs. Reality lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Perception or reality, now what's realer?

And can I really trust that man in the mirror?

The death-span of the human mind gets nearer

Can't withstand time when you're raised out here

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

When you're raised out here

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

Only place guaranteed is the grave out here

Raised out here, you're never really here, but out here

Welcome to the jungle, yo, you're living in fear

Lions, tigers and bears, hunters gather your spears

How the hell we gonna survive for the next hundred years?

And it's hard to stay alive when one side don't share

Be the food or eat the shit, either way say your prayer

And if we are what we eat then we're already deceased

That's why my squad rolls deep in the bellies of beasts

Posted at the deli, heli's over the streets

The block cold heat, now I'm soaking my feet

No, my hands ain't dirty, but as you can see

I'm another misconception of reality

So when the 'po drop by he ain't gotta ask me

About the body that somebody caught last week

I ain't finna go downtown in no backseat

Cause perception is reality when black like me

Perception or reality, it's more than meets the eye, I know

Perception or reality, now what's realer?

And can I really trust that man in the mirror?

The death-span of the human mind gets nearer

Can't withstand time when you're raised out here

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

When you're raised out here

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

Only place guaranteed is the grave out here

Perception or reality, now what's realer?

And do you really base judgement 'bout what I'm hearing

Young rich nigga, chinchilla, other [?]

Objects in this mirror seem closer than they appear

Everything ain't gold

But these days I might pay up just to say it ain't so

Gotta get it, I gotta get that dough

Gotta get my mama in a new Range Rove

And what you saying though?

And yes I meant [?]

Perception or reality, now what's realer?

And can I really trust that man in the mirror?

The death-span of the human mind gets nearer

Can't withstand time when you're raised out here

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

When you're raised out here

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

Only place guaranteed is the grave out here

So, what's your perception when you see a big bald-headed inmate standing on stage wearing prison boots?

Are you thinking "I wonder what that guy did?" or "Look at those tattoos. He must be one of those white supremacists or a gang member."

(Black like me) Are you curious to what the reality may be?

The reality for me is

Ready lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Badmon representing

Tell me is you ready is you really ready

They ain't really ready they ain't never ready

I was born ready now I'm coming heavy

Now I'm coming heavy

I hope you ready, 'cause it's gon' be a real long time I'mma be around

So make way through the crowd

Swimming through a sea of people hope I don't drown

Just trying to make waves with the sound

When my shit drop bitch turn it up loud

And tune them other niggas out

I'm the youngest nigga repping every time I'm stepping out

And if you step outside your face we pop up right in front of your house

Niggas think because we conscious we don't really get it popping

They forgot we from the bottom

They forgot we had to fight for every nickel, every dollar

Before the money and the power

You could ask my nigga Powers I've been putting in these hours

Plotting domination now the whole world is ours

Tell me why they hating, it's 'cause of what I'm making

And if you a little patient it's gon' be what I'm taking

They got me mistaken

Critics try to box me

I feel like Rocky when it come to paparazzi

Somebody stop me, fucking up my kamikaze

I'm on my 47 shit, like how could you not see

'Cause we dropping jewels I said we dropping jewels

Temper rising cools prolly see me on the news

Joey got the juice, finally got this nigga loose

Now while I'm free to speak free my nigga Shmurda too

I'm feeling like Victor Cruz a giant from New York

I'm lacing up the boots then I'm going fucking long

So if you trying to score just pass it to me more

Never dropping the ball, always raising the bar

Man it's gon' be a real long time I'mma be around

So make way through the crowd

Swimming through a sea of people hope I don't drown

Just trying to make waves with the sound

When my shit drop bitch turn it up loud

And tune them other niggas out

I'm the youngest nigga repping heavy for my city now

All these others niggas thinking they from the south

Bitch I'm the bomb even HOV said it

Though I never signed to ROC and no I don't regret it

You know I'm coming for the top you see me getting bigger

How can you sign if you know you're tryna beat a nigga

When I made it to his office I was seventeen

Like forty floors up I grew a pair of wings

In that moment man I knew I could do anything

Feeling like a young Simba can't wait to be a king

And I never lost my hunger man I stayed hungry

If we started talking numbers man they wouldn't love me

Man I'd rather keep the peace but it's getting ugly

But fuck it what I'm about to say is what they didn't want me

60k first week for the Bada$$

200k to this day I know you niggas mad

With the 80/20 split my nigga do the math

My nigga Kirk just outsold Troy Ave

Now they sleep we 'bout to hit 'em with the NYCK next

Got these niggas bread hurt, Limp Bizkit

It's crunch time had to go and get his shit wreck

Got the ninjas on deck and the bitches in check

And that's a shot to anybody man I don't feel you

Steezy told me to go hard and niggas ain't hear you

I see the whole future clearer and I'm near it too

And if you really break a leg, I hope they still will cheer you

Man it's gon' be a real long time I'mma be around

So make way through the crowd

Swimming through a sea of people hope I don't drown

Just trying to make waves with the sound

When my shit drop bitch turn it up loud

And tune them other niggas out

I'm the youngest nigga repping heavy for my city now

Tell these other niggas I'm coming for the crown

Ready or not here I come, you can't hide

Tell me is you ready is you really ready

Nah they ain't really ready they ain't never ready

Ready or not here I come, you can't hide

Ready or not here I come, you can't hide

Tell me is you ready is you really ready

Nah they ain't really ready they ain't never ready, bitch

Rudebwoy lyrics - CJ Fly & Joey Bada$$

Wah

Statik Selektah

Yeah, you know

Real rude bwoy ting ah gwan

Fly

I'm a rude bwoy, and I ain't gon' change

Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains

I'm a rude bwoy, and I ain't gon' change

I'm just stuck in my ways and I don't ever plan on changin'

Kept a burner close to fire if they caught me while I'm blazin'

American and Bajan, plus my father's side Jamaican

Blink of an eye, your gyal get taken, in the bedroom, I'm amazin'

She told me she had some tricks, a whole heap of nastiness

I won't even ask, put what in your? Was too much, I had to dip

In high school, was bangin' Crip, my Locs always had the grip

You soft, all your mans was wimps, you judged by who you hangin' with

I'm in it to stack these chips, feel like Bruce Will' in an action flick

Was givin' me cash for nicks when me and my nigga was baggin' piff

I'm realer than most, ain't fuckin' with those that give me they ass to kiss

I kill 'em and laugh at it like I'm a serial masochist

'Cause I'm a rude bwoy, and I ain't gon' change

Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains

I'm a rude bwoy, and I ain't gon' change, woah

'Cause I'm a rude bwoy, and I ain't gon' change

Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains

I'm a rude bwoy, and I ain't gon' change

Yo, yo (Badmon)

Hol' up, check the status, bitch, I been paid

Everywhere I go I leave a shit stain, y'all been washed up

Lost in the sauce, look at these imposters

As I'm sittin' proper in my rude bwoy posture

Bumpin' Poppa, who shot ya?

Can't kill 'em with the patois, true shotta

Them don't know that

Pickin' niggas off, no Kodak

I could put your picture on your shirt like I owe dat

Tell his mama hold dat

My condolence, it's mind controllin'

Anytime this microphone is in my holdings

See me in the battle, please help my opponents

Guarantee that's gon' be his final moments

I'm focused, niggas still ain't catch up to my old shit

Oh shit, plus we 'bout to hit 'em with some more shit

Said she got a man, I told that bitch I got a goldfish

Still leavin' these hoes hopeless, and you know this

'Cause I'm a rude bwoy, and I ain't gon' change

Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains

I'm a rude boy, and I ain't gon' change, woah

'Cause I'm a rude bwoy, and I ain't gon' change

Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains

I'm a rude bwoy, and I ain't gon' change

Yo, rude bwoy, your time now

Fuck them up, hahaha

Style Wars lyrics - Chuck Strangers x Joey Bada$$

[Chuck Strangers:]

I want to thank God for this vibe

I'm just laid up high

Thinkin' "Fuck a job. I'd rather boss up on

Something I believe in."

Sonic and aesthetically pleasing

Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathing

Do your Googles nigga

I'm in control of things

God and I move together as two

Manifesting the moves

Steady blessing the crew

We worry ya with the rhyming

Shoutouts to Oakland, but the warriors from Coney Island

On them roof tops, lit one up for 2Pac

'Cause this is murder rap

Thinking how quick we grew up, low-key insane

My best friend she snort 'caine, guess life was like a dice game

Should I risk it with the biscuit? That's when the cops came

The dynamic of my whole block changed

Yo it's a John Stark reality, New York mentality

Faded and miseducated, twenty-four years he made it

Now niggas can express they selves, yo

Sometimes I need to be alone

Turn off the MP, shut off my phone and just zone

I think of home when I need to be strong

We're rolling up, no more hitting the bong

It's just different phases I'm on, when I be writing these songs

You can hear my heart sing the tales of the light that the dark bring

The dark sing pain and prosperity

Chopped the new shipment now I got all my equipment

So I'm plotting on some necklaces, Mercedes or the Lexus shit?

You could see it in my eyes, I got niggerish endeavors

They gon' try to hide or make it sound clever

While the metronome tick like a fake Rolex

I'm wondering who hoes next

I just wanna fuck you, singing ass bitch

Don't take the curve personal, I'm just not tryna work with you

I'mma be stunting on all the lame niggas who pass me

When me and Sylvie drop Ashley, it's no more being ashy, huh

And that's my word

I been fiendin' for progress as much as dollars

Fuck that tee, rock a collar

A business man is always proper

I can't listen to what they taught ya

My flow is as pure as your daughter on her way to kindergarten

Now the conflicts is starting, and everybody watching

Plus your desire to be poppin'

Could have the illest nigga out here weighing his options

We past the days of "Yes, y'all and"

Most of my heroes ain't balling, they falling

Step behind with the law

Can you counteract the allure and still score?

But what's the higher level if your shit ain't real

But my niggas be like playing they selves to have mass appeal

[Joey Bada$$:]

Style Wars, it ain't even 'bout the bars no more

Niggas just show boat, but really they got no flow

Mainstream sailing, gently down the stream

Flopping out the waterfall, a dollar and a scheme

But what does it all mean? Let's take a dive deep way beneath the surface

You see, it's clowns in the circus and they all lack purpose

Oblivious to what worth is

I'm serious, the brightest of 'em when it comes to spittin' verses

I been sicker than your average, it's practice

Nowadays rap is just deadbeats and ad-libs

It's backwards, these bastards just disrespect the art that the forefathers never even passed 'em

It's blasphemy, I gotta blast 'em

I see through your act, homie, can't school me on passion

I'm about that action

They talk just to get a reaction

Me? I stay powered up, no battery acid

Sheesh, haha, you feel me like

Smooth flow just to get them limbs relaxing

Cut class just to give you these classics

My homie Chuck Strange told me shoot that actress

I said I move slow just to cruise through traffic

THE REV3NGE lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Bitch, I'm really, really out for blood this time, look (No, really)

Woo (Hands up)

I just came back for the win

Lotta new money in my hand

Go and tell a friend to tell a friend

They say success is the best revenge

Heard they was sleepin' again, say it no more

This is a rude awakenin', kick in the door

Back and I'm better than ever before

Don't get it mistaken, I'm ready for war

I see the opps and I'm uppin' the score

I catch a body, then jump in the Porsche

Follow the coroner back to the morgue

Take the sheet off and I kill 'em some more

When I am done at the scene, I won't leave anything

You won't even know who was involved

Don't let me do it, 'cause I overdo it

And do it till I cannot do it no more

All of the doubters, I'm provin' 'em wrong

Back with a classic, I know it's been long

Heard they was missing me while I was gone

I smell a victory, back up on top and it's where I belong

Like that ain't shit to me, we makin' history

Fought through the misery, weathered the storm

Can't let them get to me, no weapon formed shall prosper

R&B bitches all over my roster, bitch, I got options (Huh, huh)

I keep a chopper right on the dresser, next to the Oscar (Huh, woo)

Applyin' pressure, somebody stop us (Woo)

Applyin' pressure, somebody stop us

Run in my casa, gon' need a doctor

Gon' need a doctor, gon' need a (What?)

I just came back for the win (Yeah, what?)

Lotta new money in my hand

Go and tell a friend to tell a friend

They say success is the best revenge (Woo, woo)

I just came back for the win (Yeah)

Lotta new money in my hand (Woo, woo)

Go and tell a friend to tell a friend

They say success is the best revenge (Woo)

So now they on my body

Made it to the top, ain't no way that they could stop me now (Now)

They gon' say I joined Illuminati

I got demons all around me, tell me: what they know about me? Huh (What?)

I just came back for the win (Yeah, what)

Lotta new money in my hand (What, woo)

Go and tell a friend to tell a friend (What? What? What?)

They say success is the best revenge (Yeah, woo, woo)

I just came back for the win (Yeah)

Lotta new money in my hand (Woo, woo)

Go and tell a friend to tell a friend

They say success is the best revenge

Thugz Cry lyrics - Joey Bada$$

[Joey Bada$$:]

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, just wanna be

I just wanna be, just wanna be

Maybe I'm just like my brother

He's never satisfied

Why do we shoot up each other?

This is what it sounds like, when the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah (I just wanna be, just wanna be)

[Joey Bada$$ (Kirk Knight):]

I can't explain the pain (oh no) all I know is chains (oh yeah)

All I know is whips, and all I know is gang gang gang (gang gang gang)

Don't even know my name, and the place from which you came (ooh)

Niggas love to talk, but niggas never change (aw yeah, aw yeah)

Same thing, same faces on the news, this is nothin' new

This is what we knew, we still hangin' by the noose

It's written in the proof, time to face the truth (no no)

Niggas never wanna execute, niggas only make excuse

[Joey Bada$$:]

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, just wanna be

I just wanna be, just wanna be

[Joey Bada$$ (Raury):]

Maybe I'm just like my brother (maybe I'm just like my brother)

He's never satisfied (he's never satisfied)

Why do we shoot up each other? (Why do we do, why do we do?)

This is what it sounds like, when the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

[Joey Bada$$:]

Welcome to the high plane, I'm so fly

Won't say my designer's name, know why?

Broke gunners in the wing, shit ain't been the same

Now we honor Jenner, James and the ring

Sweet Jesus

I pray for you non-believers

They say that you never see us

Turn around, sing "Pledge of Allegiance"

Nothin' went with this world

What are we to do with the story?

They gotta never witness your true ways

Better play victims or new slaves

What the hell is with them kids these days?

Get ya guns, the guerrillas gon' bang

Treat us like animals in this race

Put that banana clip in your face

'Til you wash all their problems away

I don't plan on doin' laundry today

What's 50 bands to a man like me?

There's this but your whole life just tryna pay the shit back

Can't you see or is you blind?

Screen advertise corrupt your mind

Fill that TVs with so many lies

So many die overtime, hold so many lies, uh

[Joey Bada$$ (Raury):]

Maybe I'm just like my brother (maybe I'm just like my brother)

He's never satisfied (he's never satisfied)

Why do we shoot up each other? (Why do we do, why do we do?)

This is what it sounds like, when the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

[Joey Bada$$:]

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, just wanna be

I just wanna be, just wanna be

[Kirk Knight:]

No law, no law

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Too Lit lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Statik Selektah

Oh you lit

[Joey Bada$$:]

Never could be too lit

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)

Never could be too, ooh (riding through this bitch like)

Never could be too lit, aye

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick

I told Satan, "Won't be too big"

I know my angels got my back, but it's demons all in front of me

A halo for a hat, I wear the crown always underneath

A king to a God, tryna guard all this energy

That's why I stay strapped - in my dungarees

Looking at the past, thinking everything is done to me

Moving so fast, I can't let the future run from me

One foot upon the gas, other foot up in my enemy's ass

I'm just tryna make my legacy last

It's everlasting, you never passing a nigga passion

They on their last stretch like they're elastic

I'm Mr. Fantastic, everything I drop another classic

They only mad cause I got it mastered

Anything that I imagined, I made it happen

Turned the pen into a wand and I made magic

I'm good with the words but I'm better at the actions

I'm putting in the work, man I'm never relaxing, my nigga

On God!

Never could be too lit

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick

Never could be too, ooh

Never could be too lit, aye

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick

I told Satan, "Won't be too big"

And you don't understand my angle

Getting tangled in, all kind of stars that's spangled

Feeling like I'm dangling over a edge

Playing tango with the Devil trying not to break a leg

I'm just tryna break bread with my brother man

Rather see us niggas dead, you don't understand

Middle fingers to the Feds and the government

I'm taking shots to the head like Osama Bin, I'm wilin' man

They rather see me talking 'bout my wallet and

How I got the girls going crazy at the colleges

She give me good brain then I might just pay her scholarship

Pussy intuition, baby get up on this knowledge and just swallow it

I penetrate deep like a hollow tip

You can ride the mic baby girl, we can politic

The money, man I'm piling it, I'm profound at this

Never high profile with it, my whole style legit

Never could be too lit

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)

Never could be too, ooh

Never could be too lit, aye (yeah)

Never could be too rich (aye)

My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)

I told Satan, "Won't be too big", ooh

Ooh, that's right (yeah)

Ooh, that's right, that's right, yeah

Never could be too lit

Tell America to suck my dick

Never could be too big

Never could be too

Uh, who want spar with the demagogue demi-god?

Feeling like I'm Thor for the denims on, special cloth

Talk and got attached to the emerald

A vessel of a force, to be with you in the epilogue

It's another episode, written from the upper echelon

Just hidden in another rapper lungs, shalom

Should I carry on tradition, as a Barry Bond division?

Through the windows of my soul, ain't no medical prescription

I'm on a mission, keep an eye out for opposition

Niggas tryna sneak him, that's for his rap position

But they better off just quitting

Got bars like the guards sitting in San Quentin

And I'm sicker than the judges with the sentencing, I sense tension

Viewers discretion, will be advised anytime that he arrive

They caught the vibe, way before I step inside

I walk with the light, see the spark in my eyes

On God!

[Elis Regina:]

Sentindo o frio em minha alma

Te convidei

[Joey Bada$$:]

Never could be too lit

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick

Never could be too, ooh

Never could be too lit, aye

Never could be too rich

My bitch never gonna be too thick

I told Satan, "Won't be too big", ooh

Too Many Gods lyrics - A$AP Rocky & Joey Bada$$

[Joey Bada$$:]

Tell me why we go to war, too many gods

Tell me what we praying for, too many gods

Feel like things will never change, I swear to God

Sometimes I wonder if God ever prays for me (Ooh)

Tell me why we go to war, too many gods (Ooh)

Tell me what we praying for, too many gods (Ooh)

Feel like things will never change, I swear to God (Ooh)

Sometimes I wonder if God ever prays for me (Ooh)

[A$AP Rocky:]

It's just too many laws

Misfits, too many wars

Battle scars, too many swords

Knight in shining armor, such a pretty horse

Strange screams down the corridors

Divide, conquer, call it yours

Another false prophet's on the thrones

(Who holds the north?) Had a dream

I woke up a king in a peasant body

Killed my pride, I felt less embodied

Still inside, writing papers

Flying ravens with a message 'bout me

On my knees like I'm rectifying

Hand on my heart like I'm testifying

Want the beef, I go prime on it

Fuck a king, I turn God on it

[Joey Bada$$:]

Tell me why we go to war, too many gods

Tell me what we praying for, too many gods

Feel like things will never change, I swear to God

Sometimes I wonder if God ever prays for me (Ooh)

Tell me why we go to war, too many gods (Ooh)

Tell me what we praying for, too many gods (Ooh)

Feel like things will never change, I swear to God (Ooh)

Sometimes I wonder if God ever prays for me (Ooh)

Uh, head start

Sword so sharp, take his head apart (Hmm, hmm, ayy)

Ready for war, I grew up with soldiers like Ned Stark (Yeah)

Dragging my name in the dirt and I'll bury 'em

Playing with fire but I'm no Targaryen

Dire wolves with me, these ain't no Siberians

What's a king to a God? Ain't no comparing them

Bent the flow harder, Valyrian steel

Nobody move or somebody get killed

I got the pole, aim my scope at his head

Look in his eyes and he knew he was dead

This ain't no Dunleavey but he be said

I pray to God, but who pray for the kid?

Life is too short to be living in fear

Especially when you know winter is here

Two Distant Strangers lyrics - Joey Bada$$

(from "Two Distant Strangers" soundtrack)

You don't feel my pain (you don't feel it)

The policeman wanna blow out my brains

Blow (blow, blow, blow, blow)

Two distant strangers

We are not the same (we are not the same)

'Cause I'm just another target on the range (strange)

No, this is not no game (this is not no game)

It's time we show these niggas we not playin' (not fuckin' playin')

So many fallen and so many names (so many names)

'Cause we just another target on the range (strange)

We walkin' 'round black

It's like walking with a bullseye

Set it on my back, so now I'm walkin' with my bullseye

Screaming "Fuck the world, man!", I let it feed in me

The Devil gettin' closer, I can feel the nigga in me

Right over my shoulder, the world just gets colder

But God gave his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers

Weight up on my chest feeling like a fucking boulder

Life is but a dream, can't say I never told ya

I'm just trying to find a way up out this nightmare

Every day I fight fear

It's a whole different life here

Tryin' to get my mind clear

Feelin' like my time's near

Woke up close to God

But the Devil, he was right there

Breathin' down my back, every time I try to take a step

He always bring me back, feeling like I'm on the brink of death

Every waking breath can bring a false sense

Swear to God I hardly slept, 'cause one eye just won't shut

You don't feel my pain (you don't feel it)

The policeman wanna blow out my brains

Blow (blow, blow, blow, blow)

Two distant strangers

We are not the same (we are not the same)

'Cause I'm just another target on the range (strange)

No, this is not no game (this is not no game)

It's time we show these niggas we not playin' (not fuckin' playin')

So many fallen and so many names (so many names)

'Cause we just another target on the range (strange)

There's a fire inside of me that grows daily

Most people look at fire as being a bad thing

I see it differently

I say it's all about what you choose to do with it

Sure, you can use it to burn things

Like bridges, or even worse, yourself

But you can also use it to keep warm

And as a light to illuminate the darkness

Fire is power

We can choose to learn its properties

Become the artist

Or put other people at risk

By destroying everything we touch

Either way

I'm gonna let this motherfucker burn

Vertino lyrics - Conway The Machine & Joey Bada$$

Uh

Life is good man

Life is good

Yeah

Told you

I told you (I told you niggas)

Can't fuck with me nigga

For real (Brrr)

Yeah (Brrr)

Know what the fuck is up nigga?

Seen a fiend fight a vein in her ankle to shoot it

Shot that pussy nigga in his knee like we draining some fluid

Rob a rapper at his own show took his chain and I threw it

Stupid

The renegade you been afraid

Shot penetrated my shoulders and knocked the chip away

My heart only got colder

Yeah cold as Minnesota in October

Yola in the pot swoll up

Stop hold up (Talk to 'em)

They starting to holla what I sing

They following my thing

They gotta acknowledge me as king nigga

This is God level for rah yellow

Biting every switch burn 'em with the stick like marshmellow

You thirty something and broke still driving a bitch car

Talking about you out getting licks off

I was so comfy in the hood I could trap with my kicks off

Now I'm in that black brown interior call it Biscoff

Bitch I'm the big dawg

Draw plays like I'm coach Curry holding the clipboard

I take time out I got Warriors on my bench Chris ball

Whenever I'm triggered my trigger finger itch more

Reach in my pocket I could pull hunnids out by the fist ball

Look

Ain't nobody put me on I think yall took it wrong

Yall better go back do you google research and look some more

Watch them youtube vids about the man with the bullet scars

Westin Brooks will tell you it was the crooked jaw that took us off

Verse was eye popping we sky rocketed

My mind shine like diamonds on one of Westsides watches

Went from buying 62 grams to going inquire shopping

My shooter on tour with me he just was on crime stoppers

(Facts nigga)

They still looking for him

Nigga had a break gave me two thousand to cook it for him

She ain't get a gold niggas hit your top with a bullet for em

I get big money at will when I'm putting letters together I wheel of fortune

I show niggas love somehow I'm still the villan for it

She tryna fuck a rapper so she can feel important

Thats why she tryna be all in my section with liquor pouring

6 in the morning police at my door

Guns by the bed money in the floor

Neighbors looking at me like he got that raw

Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

And the plug keep calling tell me up that score

One hand scratch the other one, that's just law

Your bitch looking at me like he got that raw

Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

My style is minimalistic, plain Jane simplistic

I'm like Ace and Money Mitch but really on some pimp shit

Fallin' off ain't too realistic, niggas tellin' tales

Could sell you news stories but this crack still sells

Rule number one, never ghost the clientele

Fiends linin' at my door, they need that shit now

Ten Crack Commandments, yo, I knows it too well

This the same dope I'm dishin' out, just on a different scale

Let me break it down if you don't see the vicious steel

You see I got them hooked on the real

I bossed up in and went to Columbia for the deal

Like fuck the "pop a pill" shit, this that pure raw they wanna feel

Scarcity in the market, now I'm spendin' the margin

And it's only a problem if the product ain't' what it's promised

'Cause any competition get demolished

These niggas know my shit hit the hardest, to be honest

Graduated from the school of Hard Rock with my honors

Started on the block and made it to the top from the bottom

Used to cook it at my grandmama spot, we was starvin'

Right or wrong, the truth be timeless

Block away from Marcy Projects, we was prospects

Gainin' knowledge on the different ways to fill our pockets

Tryna make a profit in order to afford every object we desired

Like, one day I'll retire

But for now, I'll be the main supplier of that fuckin' fire

6 in the morning police at my door

Guns by the bed money in the floor

Neighbors looking at me like he got that raw

Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

And the plug keep calling tell me up that score

One hand scratch the other one, that's just law

Your bitch looking at me like he got that raw

Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

Victory lyrics - Joey Bada$$

And this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story, no mystery

Yeah, 'cause this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story

First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors

Everything I do I do it big, I'm a monster

The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder

Every day another triple-double entendre

At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under

But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer

Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us

Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us

And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong

We gon' be up for a while like keep the legacy goin'

The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne

I'm in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone

Even when I'm OT man I still feel at home

The G-O-A-T when it's all said and done

They only make legends where I'm from

Been known we won before the song begun

And this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story, no mystery

'Cause this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story

I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg

And even if they still wheelchair him in the end

'Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans

Back by popular demand, I'm the man

All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel

I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real

I do it just for sport

Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks

Word is bond, I am the one

I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on

Back on the block, I call the shots

You sit and watch when I'm against the clock I make the world stop

Hold up, but let's get back to business please

I'm a be up for a while I know you sick of me

Y'all ain't real ballers, y'all just little leagues

And we ain't taking no losses we the winning team, East

And this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story, no mystery

Yeah, 'cause this feels like a victory

The competition look slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story

Wendy N Becky lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Chance the Rapper)

[Joey Bada$$:]

For all the thirsty sumchins out there

Beware

For like the 147th take

Cause when I hit it, that pussy closed for sure

Like she rock that V card again

She said "Joey no, don't ever hit me hard again"

It's funny cause I recall, hitting the score

Play calling, told her hit the floor and she started dribbling balls

My game foreign, way outta line, shit make you forfeit

The score like four-zip flow like faucets

Grip up on that pussy like a forcep

Aight, I done lost it

So make ya decisions, I'm seeing my visions of double women

But I play my position, in the cut like incisions

This is why I'm not hot, I'm sizzling

And it's drizzling hoes, flows, and dough, so

Foes gonna oppose, roll stupid O's

You get worn out in these clothes, plus groupie hoes

Love the niño sucio lingo

They be like "You rap? Oh bingo"

I be like "No Inglo"

I only know the language of DeNiro, I never lie

They never seen a Black boy fly as high past the slash in the sky

Got a gash in my eye, bleeding out

Cause, when it was seeing out, was worth more than the amount

Of all of the accounts, in this world I proceed to count

But it's just mine and

I can't find no adjustment time sweet pumpkin pie

So just get in sumchin fly

And you gon' be my sumchin for the night

I'm in town for the day, I say it's only right, she was a fan so

She left her man right where he stand yo had mad plans for joe

I demanded a blow, whether her name be Wendy or she shy

I just want a little Becky this is not a lie

Wendy N Becky, Wendy N Becky

You so sexy but you can't apex me

After you done licked my testes, don't try to peck me

Please respect me, don't test me

Wendy N Becky, Wendy N Becky

You so sexy but you can't apex me

After you done licked my testes, don't try to peck me

Please respect me, don't test me

[Chance the Rapper:]

We used to smoke nickels inside of Nichols Park

I paid the piper, the pickle she used to pick apart

Peppermint sticks in her middle, brittle, a little hard

Cringe when she grin like the Grinch, that bitch had a little heart

Neck covered in diamonds and hickies

Every time I fly in her city, she buying a titty

Or selling a kidney, or trying to get me

To believe she's having a kid and that the kid has a mustache and raps pretty

Emoji right back like damn she funny

Thanking God for the shows, that's that plan B money

Thinking God my moms can't be grandmummy

Thanking God he ain't never make a plan B for me

Choke holdin my wine glass, rock bottomin' out

Rock, paper, switchblade, rap got him a house

Pops got him a car, bops got him a couch

Girl got him arrested, girl got him up out

[CJ Fly:]

Don't even try to play yourself

I think you need to brace yourself

Don't even try to play yourself

I think you need to face yourself

Don't even try to play yourself

I think you need to pace yourself

Don't even try to play yourself

I think you need to blaze this L

Slow down

Slow your roll

Cool your jets

Moving way too fast

Slow down

Slow your roll

You a bop

Going ass bitch

Skeezer ass bitch

Lying ass, tricking ass bitch

Bitch, bitch

Slow your roll, bitch!

What About The Rest Of Us lyrics - Joey Badass (with Action Bronson) (feat. Rico Love)

[from "Southpaw" soundtrack]

"Action!"

[Action Bronson:]
Oh-five, pounds in the Laredo
They gotta get there today though
Ain't no time for tryna lay low, babe bro
If you can't do it, all you gotta do is say no
I'll take it from there, Asians on grand ready to work it
Displayed a smirk like Mr. Perfect
Under the bridge behind the van in the cab I made the drop-off
Thank signs that nothin popped off
Since I was young, handled lots of foreign vehicles and things
My father wore the ring when he pushed me in the swing
Plus he pushed that red thing
I wanted to be like him so bad, wear the same shoes that he stepped in
Of course I need paper
I wanna ride the one-seater like Speed Racer
In the Jetta smokin a one sheet of the green acres
Listenin to bullshit music - thinkin how I'm gonna do this, uh

[Chorus - Rico Love:]
Uh, the temptation's real
Even though we feel I've been here before, somebody help me
Lord, have mercy
It's like the world we live in, was only designed for, somebody wealthy
But what about the rest of us?
What about the rest of us? Screamin, "Somebody help me" (somebody help me)
But what about the rest of us?
It's like the world we live in, was only designed for, somebody wealthy (somebody wealthy)
{"Turn the lights on!"}

[Joey Bada$$:]
Yeah yeah, yo
I'm from a place called the jungle where the livin' is rough
It had me low for a while now I'm pickin' it up
Holdin' the spot straight stickin' it rippin' it up
I dropped (99 Problems) switchin' and not givin' a fuck
So what you want? Got your bitch nigga grippin' her butt
Around my dick, takin' pics nigga flickin' it up
My clique is what's up, get buck if you want
You'll end up dumped chump in a pond, lake, in a trunk of New York
There's no duckin' me, the Bada$$, time for no fuckery
Won't find a chick who got a dime or take a single buck from me
These hoes be lovin' me, I keep it so G
Respectin' where I be, nigga check your OG
My back flow will mirror your fat flows well here it go
My, visions is lineal when I'm rippin' the video
It's a lyrical miracle when I enter your stereo
The rarest breeds sick like venereal diseases, uh

[Chorus]

[Rico Love:]
Dyin for nothin
Killin to live
Fightin for somethin
Too bad we don't know what it is
What you think all of this cash for?
Tryna put stamps on my passport
Man I'm just schemin on new hoes
Already forgot 'bout my last broad
Cause

[Chorus]