Amigo (Remix) lyrics - Lous And The Yakuza & Joey Bada$$
Presque au bout du rouleau
Pas encore fou mais bientôt
On m'a mis à genoux
Ces cons étaient jaloux
Une envie d'crier fort
Girl, faut faire des efforts
C'est tout, l'mal est partout
J'ai fait le tour
Presque au bout du rouleau
Pas encore fou mais bientôt
On m'a mis à genoux
Ces cons étaient jaloux
Une envie d'crier fort
Girl, faut faire des efforts
C'est tout, l'mal est partout
Et j'ai fait le tour
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (Bad man, la vie n'fait pas d'cadeaux)
Gyal, tell me wah you wan do (Do)
Send the addy, I come through (Come through)
Longtime my eyes on you
You act like you have no clue
Don't make me pick and choose (Choose)
I don't wanna be confused (Confused)
Badman nuh play by rules (Rules)
Girl, you could be my muse
My gyal never can lose
Mi only tell you things if it's true
Come see a different view
Put you pon plane and mi put you pon cruise
Never complain cah mi on it (Mmm mmm)
Now I'm feeling the mood
Gyal, I don't mean to be rude
Nuff gyal wanna get screw
Still I got my eyes on you
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (La vie n'fait pas d'cadeaux)
Ils sont cachés derrière des murs
Ils pénètrent ton esprit
Et doucement te murmurent
« Lâche-toi, laisse-moi, lèche ça »
Et tu plonges la tête la première dans le vice
Et ça évolue de pire en pire
Oublions tout, oublions-nous
La vie nous a rendu fous
Solo
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (Amigo, amigo)
Oh (Au secours)
Oh (La vie n'fait pas d'cadeaux)
Born Day lyrics - Joey Bada$$
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
Yo, 20 is a blessing
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
Check it out, 20 is a blessing
What a nigga to do, nothing to lose
The whole world to gain, coming of age
Mama cut loose my chain, now I'm walking these streets like a gladiator
Mama shoulda kept me cuffed me up to the radiator
Fuck is that bullshit on the radio?
Tell that nigga Ebro, "Please play that flavor"
And I don't really ask for favors, and toot my own horn
And I just really got to say the state of hip-hop ain't been the same since
They brainwashed youths to think we came from a slave ship
Hopped out of the spaceship, decoded the languages and realized
They tryna keep us trapped in the anguish
Flooding the airwaves with all of the same shit
Forgetting what's ancient, they tell us we ain't shit
The only means of getting by is killing our own, left in the tomb
Or even worse, putting it in a song to sing along
And I'm a Hot Nigga, cause where was OG Bobby Johnson
To tell young Shmurda that he has some better options
Don't wanna blame the streets that adopted him, or the doctrine
That got his mind, so boxed up in and I don't judge
But there's no one to blame but us, and that's the truth, but
It's always swept under the rug, and deep down we all wanna be loved
But they got us so blind, we don't wanna be us
And growing up in the slums, the shit is tough, I ain't bulletproof
But full of truth, so shoot 'em up till he deceased
And lined right back on the streets
I hope left enough gold for you to get back on your feet, peace
I woke up early on my born day
I'm 20, it's a blessing
I woke up early on my born day
I'm 20, it's a blessing, yo
I woke up early on my born day, uh yea
I woke up early on my born day, yea, check
The riches under my soul is full of shit
Kinda like the gist of everything from most of ya lips
You see the cash on the other side's greener
But nowadays I feel like I walk with a nina
Cause the streets got meaner
Preachers got mad nice and my cousin just passed like
You just swerve in any matter, seconds, minutes, and hours
No time to question the power
Cause any blink could demolish a current
Is it your saga? So I'm honored to be here today
The world is ours, we should celebrate in every way
Spread the knowledge to the youth and tell them when we lay
Six feet, I'm six feet
Standing on my own two, and my own shoulders
It's that deep, shifting to max p's, will I put my ego right
Into the back seat, flowing out my veins
Running tracks like an athlete it's insane
Apex rap-thletics, leave 'em gassed off the aesthetics, yeah
Yea, yo, yo, The Badmon, Young G
G, yea, Young G, yea and
I know you see me (I woke early on my born day)
I'm 20, it's a blessing, I woke up early on my born day
I'm 20, it's a blessing, yo, yo, The Badmon, Young G
I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing
Yea, yea, I woke up early on my born day, yea, yea, yo
Badmon, Young G, "Rest in peace" to Cap Steez, yea
R.I.P. to Junior B, yea, yea, yo, yo, yo, The Badmon, Young G
"Rest in peace" to Cap Steez, yea, R.I.P. Junior B, yea
Bounce Out With That (Remix) lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Lately I've been on that fuck a nigga bitch (Fuck lil' bitch)
Pass it to the clique, you ain't gonna do shit
Twenty-five thousand for that Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my)
All these labels wanna sign, I told them I'm already rich (I'm already rich)
Yeah, hold up, (Ay) hold up, hey (Ay)
Lately been on that fuck a nigga bitch (Fuck lil' bitch)
Pass it to the clique, you ain't gonna do shit
Twenty-five thousand for that Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my)
All these labels wanna sign, I told them I'm already rich (I'm already rich)
East-side nigga, I'ma get it off the rip
I be movin' 'round with the Eight Tray Crips
They be running down if a nigga talk shit
Guarantee you if I shoot my shot I won't miss
Put that on my mother, I'm a jiggy motherfucker
Pulling up with a red bone, like my name was Donald Glover
Hit 'em up, I feel like 2Pac, bitch I'm sicker than a flu shot
Pussy nigga why you always tryna fuck like something that you not
If we really got problems send the Addy we can solve 'em there
We got automatics, ain't no time for the arguing
You don't want no static man, the shit'll be really shockin' me
Hollow tips turning all you niggas into holograms
Don't bother me, I ain't gotta put it on display (hey)
Conscious nigga but I still be givin' out them fades (hey)
You think because I be preaching, I ain't trying to get paid
Fuck that, these niggas be ridin' in the lanes that I paved (facts)
Should not have gassed them, now I gotta tax 'em
Push a nigga whip back like filet, I'ma snatch 'em
I stay with a bitch who looks like she came out of Maxim
I don't never cuff 'em tho swear, all I do is smash
Hold up, yea, hey hey, hold up, ay
Lately I've been on that fuck a nigga bitch (Fuck lil' bitch)
Pass it to the clique, you ain't gonna do shit
Twenty-five thousand for that Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my)
So these labels wanna sign, I told them I'm already rich (I'm already rich)
East-side nigga, I'ma get it off the rip
I be movin' 'round with the Eight Tre Crips
They be running down if a nigga talk shit (hey)
Guarantee you if I shoot my shot I won't miss
Blaow
Du, du du du du du du
Hey, hey ay ay, ay
Brooklyn's Own lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Badmon representing
Peace to the world
Peace to the earth
Check it out
I said, shit ain't been the same since we made Killuminati
Hex across my chest see it written across my body
Bury me in gold 47 karat casket
Resurrect my soul come back as your favorite rapper
What if I told you there was nothing to be scared of
Nothing but yourself and all the lies they shared ya
Look at all the lives that we lost 'cause we fear love
To the unknown and Biggie's dream getting teared up
Lack of reverence for this sacred land we stand on
It's incoherent to the very things we planned on
Can't understand it if you never expand your
Indoctrinated minds, playing possum to the times
Thanking God I'm still alive
Every time I open my eyes in fact I lie
But lord knows I try
Tell me how we gon' survive in America
It's a mass terror in everything I'm telling ya
Yo, it's a genocide going on outside
Homicide, suicide, choose a side
You decide who stays alive, who gets crucified
Who deserve to die, hope it's never mine
Got my mama horrified every time I go outside
I can feel her heart beat when I'm in these dark streets
Yeah man I'm from Marcy, so the fact I made it here
Should in fact be haunting, 'cause I can make it anywhere
And nigga I'm
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
That's right I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Said I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
To the world
Yo, had ties to troops in Bed Stuy
Following, my heart stopped at the red light
Lexus the ride then we blasting out of sight
Like satellite, know a nigga stay with the dynamite
It's plain in Brooklyn, don't get your chain took when you're not looking
Ain't nothing worst than a Flatbush man with a gun in his hand
Ready to die for rubber band filled with just a couple grand
Kiss my Nanamen, how it feel
Ready to kill when you still got your hands on the wheel
Like I said the flow so ill, like I'm writing wills
When the skills get spilled
So tell me what you think you better not blink
But to sink slow to your death, best to watch your step
I got 'em on the edge let me tell 'em what I rep
It's the Brooklyn set and I don't see no threats
I don't see no threats nigga
It's the best nigga, you guessed nigga
Ya ya, ya ya
I said I tell 'em right here I'm from
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
That's right I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Said I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
To the world
Big up everybody out in Flatbush
Big up everybody out in Brownsville
Big up everybody out in Bed Stuy
Big up everybody in the ground still
Big up everybody in the Canarsie
Big up all my people out in Coney
Big up everybody out in East New York
Big up all my Brooklyn people all across
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
My baby
I said I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
DENiM lyrics - IDK & Joey Bada$$
Uh-huh, uh
Check, check, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
[IDK:]
Sittin' on cloud nine, but it's really my couch
Pierre Jeanneret's, the original ones
Not the one's they get for five hundred to dress up their house
I'm single, boy, single boy
No girl or no spouse
Crib be quiet as a mouse
Don't smoke, but I could make it loud
With the push of a text, I'm textin' your bitch
She exit your shit to push up and get hit
I need to tone it down
The neighbor's complainin'
The HOA sayin', I'm sayin I don't know what they sayin'
I'm never in town
Don't disrespect my intellect
My GLS be at the intersection when we intersect
She look like she innocent, I'ma change it in a sec'
Niggas ballin' for they bitches, 'til I come and intercept
Now they ballin' for they bitches
Devin Booker with the tears
Cotton flower jeans, to show you the spring in the air
Yeah, we see you sittin' there, but your name ain't on this chair
Motherfucker, we don't care
I put my cheddar where my mouth is, just to keep my mouth fed
Thought the green would get respect, but all I got was grouches
Niggas gettin' grumpy 'cause they can't relate, it's funny
How they use their energy for winnin' on the hate
But when they see my clique, they turn to mouses
I show you how my clout hit, every time your doubt hit
And realize the shit in which they really do amount hit
The motherfuckin' fad 'cause-
I can never be the one tryna ball for these bitches
Devin Booker with the tears
Cotton flower jeans, to show you the spring in the air
Yeah, we see you sittin' there, but your name ain't on this chair
Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah
[Joey Bada$$:]
Sittin' on your whole year, but it's really my couch
Pierre Paulin's, this the original one
Cost fifty bands, all in, just to put in my house
The replica like fifteen, you can check the amount
If we ain't talkin' money, IDK, what we talkin' about?
Fly shit, the house came with wings, nigga
They ain't laughin' at your dreams, then you gotta dream bigger
I seen niggas talkin' down when I was down, now I'm up
Copped the 911, just to tell these niggas "Eat my dust"
Keep a heater tucked for niggas sneakin' up, he think he tough
If he try my hand, then I'ma call his bluff, no, I don't believe in luck
Try to slime me out, I wipe his nose like his shit was stuffed
The jig is up
I'm the big dog, you just a little pup
Nigga, what? I'm back outside, never been one to hide
Streets said Unique might've died, but Joey still alive
I'm done playin' games with you niggas
Ain't lettin' nothin' slide, what's the vibe?
[IDK:]
I coud never be the one tryna ball for these bitches
Devin Booker with the tears
Cotton flower jeans, to show you the spring in the air
Yeah, we seen 'em sittin' there, scratch his name up off the chair
Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah
Don't Quit Your Day Job lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (Lil B Diss)
[Joey Bada$$ (Chuck Strangers):]
That nigga sent warning shots, nigga?
I'm actually offended that this nigga ain't come harder than this
'Cause I'm about to straight ether this nigga
Straight ether this nigga, (tiny shirt ass nigga)
[Chuck Strangers:]
If I ever catch you slipping on Jozif
I seen you on Lombard Street, nigga you don't want it
We out here, nigga, get your facts straight
[Joey Bada$$:]
I got an issue with this little bitch shih tzu
I'm a pitbull, throw lyrical missiles that won't miss you
Rip open your tissue make your task force miss you
It made no sense to diss you, so I dish you
Nothing but food you little bitch
I drop nines like cat fish sticks and shrimp like you and steak too
No bitch, ever gonna get pimp like you
Hit you with the cane 'til you sick in the brain
Ya think drilling your brain, you Pink Flame ass nigga
Lame ass nigga
Publicity stunts for the fame ass nigga
Bada$$ not lying but you gotta tame that nigga
Holla at, not replying, now you dying
Joey Bad blame that nigga, restrain that nigga
You Purple Rain ass nigga, how you trying to be Prince in a Queen B mix?
Little faggot pants dance you make no sense - don't quit your day job
'Cause after this, your campaign wrecked, I could do this all day y'all
It ain't no sweat, ain't no threat
Is this little bitch sick? 'Cause there ain't no vets for the love
And ain't nothing less I come next, ain't a nun
I'm the one, I think I spit lozenge
The Bada$$ enforcing
This niggas off I put him in a coffin
Make yourself a pitch and get tossed in
I could do this often on your porch in
Foreign, this a warrant, we warning, if you want we still be
Sparring with the Martians with an army of Spartans
Sparking up I fuck yo bitch when I park your truck
Rockin' a 49ers' park - what?
Shout out to the OG Too Short
Shout out to the OG E-40
RIP Mac Dre
Bay area, cause mass hysteria, kidnap and bury ya
Shout out to Del tha Funkee Homo Sapien
Shout out Hieroglyphics
And most importantly shout out Lil B
Fuck yo' bitch, fuck yo' bitch
Fallin' lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Break
Roses red, violets are blue
I just might cut off all my hoes for you
So what you like? Like, like, a-ha-ha-ha-ha
So what you like? A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm fallin' for you
And I don't wanna catch myself
No, I don't wanna catch myself
And I don't wanna catch myself
I'm fallin' for you
And I don't wanna catch myself (And I don't wanna catch myself)
No, I don't wanna catch myself (No, I don't wanna catch myself)
And I don't wanna catch myself
Comin' down, I feel I'm comin' down
This feels like summer now
I need you to love me now
Won't you love me now?
Comin' down, I feel I'm comin' down (I feel I'm comin' down)
This feels like summer now (This feels like summer now)
I need you to love me now (I need you)
Won't you love me now? (I need you)
Fallin' for you (I'm fallin' for you)
I'm all in for you (I'm all in for you)
I'm callin' for you (I be callin' for you)
I'm fallin' for you (I thinks I'm fallin' for you)
Fallin' for you (I'm fallin' for you)
I'm all in for you (I'm all in for you)
I'm callin' for you (I be callin' for you)
I'm fallin' for you
They say all is fair in love and war and I ain't 'fraid to risk it all
Fuck it, if I trip and fall, barely do I miss your call
Safe to say you got me open, miss me, girl, I miss you more
Soon as you walk through my door, I need your panties on the floor
I swear that you ain't got a flaw
It was love at the first time you let me hit it raw
If I shine, then we both shine, but let you shine more
Go above, beyond for her, my machete mi amore
Fuck who you was with before
'Cause you look better next to me, respectfully
Any nigga tryna get to you, he gotta check with me
Girl, that's just the principle, don't try to call that jealousy
I'm tryna start a legacy, add you to my pedigree
Can't you see, I'm-
I'm fallin' for you (Fallin' for you)
And I don't wanna catch myself (Don't wanna catch myself)
No, I don't wanna catch myself (Don't wanna catch myself)
And I don't wanna catch myself
I'm fallin' for you (I said, "I'm fallin' for you")
And I don't wanna catch myself (And I don't wanna catch myself)
No, I don't wanna catch myself (No, I don't wanna catch myself)
And I don't wanna catch myself (Comin', comin' down)
Comin' down (Comin', comin' down), I feel I'm comin' down (Comin', comin' down)
This feels like summer now
I need you to love me now
Won't you love me now? (Comin', comin' down)
Comin' down (Comin', comin' down), I feel I'm comin' down (Comin', comin' down)
This feels like summer now (This feels like summer now)
I need you to love me now
Won't you love me now?
Roses red, violets are blue
I just might cut off all my hoes for you
So what you like? Like, like, a-ha-ha-ha-ha
So what you like? A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Fallout lyrics - Lyrical Lemonade, Gus Dapperton, Lil Yachty & Joey Bada$$
Back in my arms once again
Praying and hopping for touchdown
You said that you needed a friend
To cover up all the tough spots
Then from the moment we met
What's life in a 10 minute warning
After we make our amends
Let's fall back in love in the fallout shelter
Go ahead and play with my money, my money
Baby, it's so fucking funny to me, I get off
On the thought of you and me in the end
I'd do it over, and over, and over, and over again
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da shuh boom
It's us
We came too far to still be feeling empty
Nothing I won't do for you, don't tempt me
I'll put it all on the line just to show you
Money I'll blow through, places I'll go to
Just to get back to me and the old you
Just to get back to what we was
Just to get back to what we need to be
Thinkin' back on it, I treated you like top shelf
He and I are not the same, I walk with hot steps
Nothing's funny when the rabbits got the gun
And your head's to the sun tryna figure out who won
Never thought that I would see your face again
I believe in miracles
Repent all for my sins
Call out for your soul
Go ahead and play with my money, my money
Baby, it's so fucking funny to me, I get off
On the thought of you and me in the end
I'd do it over, and over, and over, and over again
I'm in way over my head
Yes girl, we runnin' out of time now
We may be better off dead
To get you his heart but you're mine now
If we had two minutes in here
Tell me what you would do right now
I tell you get back in that bed
Take off your clothes turn the lights down
Go ahead and play with my money, my money
Baby, it's so fucking funny to me, I get off
On the thought of you and me in the end
I'd do it over, and over, and over, and over again
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da shuh boom
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da shuh boom
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da shuh boom
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da dop
Sha da shuh boom
Uh, baby, get it together
My love is death row
So we in this shit forever
And again in the next life bounded by blood
'Cause in the end tell me what really matters but love
I'm fucked up if I don't get to feel your kisses and hugs
I might die if I don't get a touch
It's like I can't get you close enough
Don't close me out, baby, open up
I wanna give you the world before the blow it up
Front & Center lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Yeah
Soy el fuego que
Soy el fuego que
I need all my bad mamis, front and center
It's a movie scene when I enter
Better get your man if he sentimental
If you don't get the memo I'm sending metal
'Cause we ain't just letting off on instrumentals no mo'
We ain't just letting off on instrumentals no mo'
Lil' Spanish mami, young Mexicana
Fed her white lies, no Betty Blanca
Took one hit and it mesmerized her
Shorty tryna get me lined by the Federales
Dammit I love it when she talkin' sloppy
Give me toppy and call me papi
Whisper that freak shit all in my ear though
Me gusta mami, y yo quiero
That pussy make a nigga tip his sombrero though (Damn)
She ain't fuckin' niggas with no dinero no (Yeah)
That's my chica, señorita
Mi niña, yo necesito
Mira, mira, she muy bonita
I need to see her, I need to see her
Need the bad mamis, front and center
It's a movie scene when I enter
Better get your man if he sentimental
If I don't get the memo I'm sending metal
'Cause we ain't just letting off on instrumentals no more
Got this little bad Rican, she love the freakin'
Need to see me at least twice a weekend
What's the skin tone? Butter pecan
Made me drop my old hoes I don't need to see 'em
I don't even need 'em
¿Como estás, papi? Muy bien
I'll be on el avión while you prolly home
And you still fuck around with them maricónes
Young Gustavo, smoke Cubanos, out in Cabo with the next top model
Feelin' like a nigga just hit the lotto
I'm so up high, I'll be smoking on hydro
Plus she loyal, suck and swallow
After that it's arroz con pollo
Picture perfect don't take a photo
That pussy worth it make her fly out solo
Need the bad mamis, front and center
It's a movie scene when I enter
Better get your man if he sentimental
If you don't get the memo I'm sending metal
'Cause, we ain't just letting off on instrumentals no more
We ain't just letting off on instrumentals no mo'
I need all my bad mamis, front and center
Shake that thing for me when I enter
Better get ya man if he sentimental
If you don't get the memo I'm sending metal
'Cause, we ain't just letting off on instrumentals no mo'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Soy el fuego que
Soy el fuego que
Jozif Badmon
Representing
Peace to the world
Yeah yeah
Soy el fuego que
Soy
Funk Flex Freestyle #181 lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Yo
Ayo my cup overflowing, peep the drip
I got the juice now, your bitch running, take a sip
You keep thinking that I ain't legit, my crips'll straight run in your shit
Gun bust your lip, now you're really bloody
Shit get really ugly, niggas hate me but the hood love me
I'm good money, if niggas ever try to move on me
I'm finger fucking the .9, my gun is too horny
When it's that time, I ain't sending no warning
I'm back, I'm better than I ever been
I took five years off, still somehow I'm relevant
Trust, these niggas don't wanna see me in my element
And trust every room I'm stepping in I'm the elephant
Kill em all - effortless, call this shit Hood Elegance
Sophisticated ignorance, I ain't got good etiquette
Way your nigga hit that switch, it's kinda medicine
Let me have to light you niggas up like Con Edison
Hit a nigga quick with a dose of his own medicine
Hit you from afar, up close just like a relative
Y'all niggas better stay woke, stay off the sedatives
I'm known to go right at your throat, skip all that extra shit
Nigga
Funk Flex
Bada$$, what's next?
Joey coming like that
Like that
Yo, uh
Life's sweet, it got all these niggas sour-faced
From corner suites or court side seats, we making power plays
I could give a fuck 'bout a label, we do it our way
Every day I celebrate life like it's a holiday
Condo on the water, having convos with my lawyer
I give these niggas something to watch like Tom Warner
I'm from the blocks where death is right around the corner
We used to hop turnstyles, now we living broader
Hopping over borders, still making time to see my daughter
I'm paid in full like Alpo and Rich Porter
My stacks rise, all my checks at least a quarter
I'm feeling baptised with my neck all in this water
Vision clear through my Cartiers, jet with a sommelier
Empty space in my garage, prolly park a 'Rari there next year
Every day, another cheque clear while they all stare
Yeah
Hehehe, yeah
We here
Look, hold on
Lemme talk
Uh
Paint my thoughts on the 'maginary canvas
I take no loss, I can't give these niggas chances
I put my all in each and every single stanza
I do it for the -, they just do it for the camera
I don't need no fame or no glamour
I just need some money in the bank and my hammers
House in the Hamptons, a mansion in Miami
Palace for my legacy, I can't forget my family
First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy
Give it all I got, yuh, I don't need no plan B
I be with them shottas, we been on the kill-spree
You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me
They be like "Chill B", I be like "Fuck that
Tell them that they feel me, don't call it a comeback"
Hit em with the punchline, call it Lyrical Combat
When I drop the album, that's when I kill em on contact
Hit em with the compact
.40 on me, homie you might really wanna clam that
Ops get smoked like the bomb pack
Watch me like Comcast, y'all can see the contrast
Niggas put their souls in they motherfucking contract
We ain't even on that, we don't even condone that
Bitch I had to own that, tell em switch up the format
Flow way needed in that in that gentlemen coat, now
Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas "Hold that"
Uh
Joey Bada$$ is here, bruh
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo-hoo, whoo
You see us
Gazzliona lyrics - Joey Bada$$ & Kirk Knight
[Joey Bada$$:]
Guess who's back again
I'm known to make a fucker lose oxygen
I get sparked off intoxic drops of gin
Wait, stop, drop it in, roll over
Is what I told her, don't play games, I can't console her
Hand it over to the Pro like a controller
We overload her 'til she froze up, it was over
The Pros expose her, her ex propose her
They be like, "You ain't that hot", I know
But they still knock my door askin' 'bout Jay Hova
My witness, label me, not the Cohen
I got the sickness, hit this, get fixed with the quickness, right
Another J, J blow like dynamite
The other day, I was poor, dine I might
Had nothing but a empty appetite
Now I live a crazy emcee rapper life
Big tings ah gwan, top shotta
Kill it every show, rank's up like Shabba
Mr. Lover flow, hot off the top like lava though
I'm too hot, still skillet the pot
Turn bass metals into gold
They ain't think alchemy before I go
Yummy, let me wrap up my meat then explode
Who am I? The fiery Pro
[Kirk Knight:]
The prime suspect, still the odd one out (GET 'EM!)
I might lose my mind, I might fuck your spouse (GET 'EM!)
Steal it, go and take it 'cause I need one now (YEE!)
Who am I? Keep an eye on, don't lose count
She said nothin' lasts forever, keep comin' back hon
Give me hot propulsion through 150 suns
The image in my mind brings the masterpieces
Make hot feces, I like my plate hot, feast
And my theory is, E.M.V, word to my J
My achilles is livin' in a world where MC's is
Mass affected, Poseidon of rap
I can see it all happened with the raps I spawned
Citizen but I guess y'all watch, [?]
Give me a glass but I mazel tov
And one balled too hard, such a star
The energy I give off, I run conEd
Still money in whatever wall it's in
It's hard to sin, with my contract, it's hard to sin
So who am I to shock therapy
Phonetic, panic, dangerous, show-off, act static
Ground Zero lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Yeah, yeah
I lay my head down on my pillow
Contemplate my jumping out the window
Now I'm Hell bound and I feel low
It is super fast until ground zero
I lay my head down on my pillow
Contemplate my jumping out the window
Now I'm Hell bound and I feel low
It is super fast until ground zero
Yeah, okay, hop in the Porsche and I do my own stunts
Took a ride back to the slumps
Never forget about where you from
I remember when I never had nothing
Now I got a lil something, nigga all about love
Tell me why I'm feeling so numb
Tell me why I'm feeling like it still ain't won
Tell me why I'm feeling so down in the dumps
Tell me why the fuck I'm gripping this gun
Tell me why I can't stop thinking about death
Tell me why I wake up every night in cold sweat
Tell me why my wrist so heavy and my chest
Tell me why I can't find peace when I rest
Sick and tired of feeling this way
Six million ways to die, you don't say?
God knows why I'm gonna go a long way
Man, I swear I think about it every day
I lay my head down on my pillow
Contemplate my jumping out the window
Now I'm Hell bound and I feel low
It is super fast until ground zero
I lay my head down on my pillow
Contemplate my jumping out the window
Now I'm Hell bound and I feel low
It is super fast until ground zero
Yeah, okay, hop in the 911
Knew that this time would come
I got everything that I want
Now I can't—now I can't front
Still put my pain in that blunt
Smoke, cooked his elbow
Feeling an impressional joke
All this dressing even a nigga don't owe
This is my confession man, I just can't go
Want a suicide note, man somebody get the rope
Hold up, man I'm on a slippery slope
So a man, feeling that gas
Whole gas, straight dash
Stay on this path and I just might
Like this and my head in the glass
Dashboard fucked, and win all of this cash
Just going up, going to the deep land
Like another black man and I
I lay my head down on my pillow
Contemplate my jumping out the window
Now I'm Hell bound and I feel low
It is super fast until ground zero
I lay my head down on my pillow
Contemplate my jumping out the window
Now I'm Hell bound and I feel low
It is super fast until ground zero
It is super fast until ground zero
It is super fast until ground zero
It is super fast until ground zero
It is super fast until ground zero
Killuminati Pt. 2 lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (feat. Kirk Knight)
[Joey Bada$$:]
Killuminati all through your body
Like a 12 gauge shotty
And I'm still a beast with these flows
Feeling real low my tree self esteem roll
We drowning out Atlantis can't overflow beast coast
Be more specific next time you shoutin' loud a-mi-go
I am not the star? In fact I plan it all
Fuck what the media write, bitch this is a fire bar
Please don't leave your comment if you are not up to par
No names, putting you in a verse that's too far
You're mundane can't obtain, the knowledge in my brain
My set told me light you up so this that propane
It's Nathan all I gotta do is just spit a flame
No escaping, you in a swimming pool of champagne
You set yourself up for that one mane. The king of New York?
Ha! We ain't just gon' let that one hang
Last nigga got dethroned and you ain't from my zone
The rest of the real niggas is dead and gone
But fuck it I'm Biggie, I'm L, I'm Pun
I'm God's Son, I'm Pac, Guru all in one
I'm what they predicted before I come
In fact I do it all for them
But fuck it I'm Biggie, I'm L, I'm Pun
I'm God's Son, I'm Pac, Guru all in one
I'm what they predicted before I come
In fact I do it all for them
I'm getting a ugh, I'm getting a ugh from the weak shit
That I hear, no lyrical style come near me
How they gon' try to compare me to what's clearly
Barely, not nearly as rare as me
Swank make hands fold like a rare disease
"How thou art write this? Yo, it's scaring me!"
I got all these rap niggas fucking fearing me
Heard they was looking for war but ain't declaring me
I'm well aware, NY not Delaware
I'm the real king fella here, you more like Prince of Bel-Air
I'm clearing the air, might fire at will
These rap niggas don't want the static for real
Cuz they lines not adjacent to my spectacular skill
If you don't fuck with cinematic stand still
My life's a movie on the real, you can get shot with your hands on the wheel
With your pants at ya heels
But fuck it I'm Biggie, I'm L, I'm Pun
I'm God's Son, I'm Pac, Guru all in one
I'm what they predicted before I come
In fact I do it all for them
But fuck it I'm Biggie, I'm L, I'm Pun
I'm God's Son, I'm Pac, Guru all in one
I'm what they predicted before I come
In fact I do it all for them
Killuminati all through your body
Like a 12 gauge shotty
[Kirk Knight:]
And I'm feeling like the realest motherfucker alive
And I'm feeling like the realest motherfucker alive
And I'm feeling like the realest motherfucker alive
And I'm feeling like the realest motherfucker alive
And I'm feeling like the realest motherfucker alive
And I'm feeling like the, like the, like the
Killuminati, all through your, all through your, all through your
[Buckshot:]
I love the competition
Go against the beast coast?
I retired that level of it
And now you have to deal with a brother like Joey
Which is a 45 magnum with a knife at the tip
And a shotgun at the end
King Of The Jungle lyrics - Joey Bada$$
Yo Biggie!
What up, son?
What up, son?
Yo! Yo, drop that shit!
[Notorious Big sample:]
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin' everything in my environment
I ain't the one
One
I'm Brooklyn borough thorough
King of the jungle now they all in trouble
Six years strong they can't knock the hustle
I'ma be here long on some rap Rapunzel shit
Stay close to where I stack my bundles
We'll get a paper cut anytime my tongue'll lift
I talk sharp, please don't start with the Don
Guarantee to never do me no harm
I could teach you to raise a army of guns to bust for me
Palmin' the napalm, and then drop in the bars calmly
Throw dirt on my palms hardly ever
If I let her bite the fingerprints off of my Gucci sweater
Fuck you know about this boss shit, big talk shit
I spark big spliffs, the shots I call it
Niggas ain't got bars, they non-alcoholics
I raise the bar so high, that I'm getting brolic from all this
Look, flows is polished, foes demolished
I was raised in them neighborhoods so impoverished
Now I get a little taller when I stand on my wallet
And I bought tracks with the late, great Christopher Wallace
I'm a hip-hop scholar, graduated with the young-god honors
And the wisdom and the knowledge from all of my forefathers
I pay homage, only right I keep this shit honest
High-level shit, they call me your highness bitch
[Notorious Big sample:]
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin' anything in my environment
I ain't the one that you niggas should be trying with, ya heard
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin' everything in my environment
I ain't the one
[Notorious Big sample:]
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Is Brooklyn in the house?
King To A God lyrics - Joey Bada$$
[Joey Bada$$:]
Hol' up, uh, back on my bullshit, I'm packin' a full clip
I'm triggered, bitch, get back 'fore I pull it and let it rip, uh (woo!)
Hit you off from the hip-up, my Glock, it don't hiccup
You better get a grip and don't slip up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your hands where my eyes can see
Like it's a stick up (yeah!)
Make one false move, you gettin' lit up (brr!)
'Cause I don't give a fuck like Bishop (no!)
I'm crazy like a redneck in a pickup (c'mon!)
Shit get ugly like Chauncey Billups (word!)
Hol' up, lemme fill up my cup with some fine wine
Your bitch wanna fuck, all I gotta do is find time
Said I just really want that Einstein (yeah!)
But fuck it, watch her throw it back
Like a Thursday on my timeline (woo!)
Swear I'm so out of my mind (word!)
The only one of my kind (c'mon!)
Between me and you is a fine-line
I sell rhymes like dimes and leave MFs doomed (doomed!)
Since my first tunes, I've been raisin' hell from the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I'm gettin' hotter every June (yeah!)
You say you with the smoke?
Well, I'm with the heavy fumes (c'mon!)
You got goons, I got goons (yeah!)
Everybody got goons, question is "Do you got the Cojóns?"
You niggas coons that really need to stop the buffoonery
'Fore I take it back on them start
Snatchin' they jewelry (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but that shit don't be foolin' me (no!)
Fuck around and this verse gon' be in your eulogy
This the type the of shit I do usually (ha!)
I move indubitably
And put these words together so beautifully (c'mon!)
While I beat the beat up so brutally (uh huh!)
Like cops in my community abusin' diplomatic immunity (psh!)
Said I'm soon to be the greatest in your top five (yeah!)
'Cause when I drop, watch the rest drop just like flies (yeah!)
They be shook when a nigga like me on the rise (yeah!)
'Cause I ain't afraid to look a lyin' king up in his eyes, nigga, what?!
But what's a king to a god? Uh
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga
Huh, but what's a king to a god? Uh
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga
Ha ha! Let that shit breathe, hol' up, let that shit breathe, ha ha!
Yeah, ill-minded child, let's get 'em
[Dessy Hinds:]
How many pieces? I'm eatin' forbidden fresh fruit (mm!)
16 pieces, the sweetest, I feast on flesh too (c'mon!)
Verses bulletproof on the chessboard, pick your best move (c'mon!)
I already made mine, where's the next loop? (Loop?)
A hundred plus miles, I'm turnin' frowns upside down
Usin' every tool to close these tombs
Like King Tut right now (uh huh!)
I'm cuttin' ties, then cufflinks might bounce (uh huh!)
Until the ground, feel the urgency to bury me
Or worry my spouse (woo!)
All this sleepin' I'm wide aroused
I'm right around fine chinas in Chinatown
Fine dinin' with lighter sounds
That's for the spliff, nobody make a sound
I came to wipe these babies down
With nothin' less than Egyptian cotton for towels (woo!)
That's for cotton pickin' no doubt (doubt!)
This li'l nigga just turned big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era where we better than who's around
Fuck cheddar, give up the pounds (uh huh!)
I told y'all niggas once and only now (right!)
I think I'm going psycho for the sound
Only psychos I see around
Go 'round and 'round like a new carousel (ah ha!)
What's a king to a god?
The difference is one of them don't compare themselves
I'm only here to make a name plus generational wealth (woo!)
No kiddin', New York state of mind, I guess it was written
I'm out in Queens after I handle my business (uh huh!)
I'm too ambitious, and I been flippin' physics
Way before I met critics
So whatchu saying to the dead or the livin'?
God body, yeah (ha ha!)
But what's a king to a god?
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga
Yeah, but what's a king to a god?
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga
[Joey Bada$$:]
What's a king to a god?
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna break even, even over the odds, nigga
King's Dead (Freestyle) lyrics - Joey Bada$$ & XXXTENTACION
[Joey Bada$$:]
Look, I ain't gotta force it
This that youngest Under-30 on the Forbes list (That Forbes list)
Yeah, I be cashin' out, I be cashin' out (Money)
I moved my mama from the hood into a fortress (That fortress)
I said I made a few million in some weeks, bitch (In some weeks)
Hey, told the world about it, ain't no secret (Secret)
You niggas worried 'bout the crown, worried 'bout the crown (Worried)
Fuck it, you can tell them clowns they can keep it (They can keep it)
At 17 I made six figures (Yeah)
Immature young rich nigga (What else?)
By 21 I made a mil' twice (Yeah)
Your dreams, my real life
I'm up early, you still asleep (Sleep)
I've been a wolf and I kill the sheep
Gotta pray on the prey for my enemies
'Cause they wanna feed off my energy (Yeah, yeah)
Lyrically no one ahead of me
I could die today, still leave a legacy
That you can't ever be
Put that on everything, this is my destiny
It was all meant to be, fuck is you tellin' me?
You ain't 'bout nothin'
With my niggas, we flexin' and stuntin'
'Cause we had to work harder, was hustlin'
Play your card 'cause we know that you bluffin' (Yeah, hey)
I got two cars, nigga, two cribs
Big body and a little Benz
Triplex on my own land
And I paid bills before a grown man (That's right)
That's on my mama, stackin' plenty commas
Got good karma like the Dalai Lama (Yeah)
I'm tailor-made for this, buy designer
Bitch, I'm the nigga, just to remind you, yeah (Hey)
To remind you, to remind you
Black Power
Just to remind you
[XXXTENTACION:]
Yah, murder gang, uh
Run and make a nigga lose his vertebrae, uh
Southside nigga, murder everything, uh
Shots fire, make a nigga run, man (Fire, fire)
I sent your grandma a dick pic, uh
Got that bitch all on my dick tip, uh
I am so strange like a misfit, uh
Kick that bitch out, she indifferent, uh
Feel a nigga mind, see a nigga grind
Fuckin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these niggas
Fightin' birds in the damn sky 'cause I'm damn fly–
[XXXTENTACION (Joey Bada$$):]
Ayy, ayy Joey, ayy Joey, I'm just... I'm just gon' stop rapping
I'm just gon' stop rapping right now, on this song
Not... I mean, not in... not in, in general, but just on this song 'cause
(You slumped out?)
I ain't... yeah, I ain't tryna... I ain't tryna destroy these niggas
Sike!
[XXXTENTACION:]
Ayy, grind on my dick like a Ripstik, uh
My body count is like 60, uh
Your bitch on me, she need CPR
I fucked that bitch right on DVR
I slapped that meat on her cheeky, yes
I sucked her toes, yes I'm freaky, yes
Caught a grand theft just like GTA
If he talk shit, watch me beat him, ayy
Hop on that beat and I beat the A
Work-work-work, shout out to RiRi, ayy
Keep a blade on me like Sasuke, uh
Shout out my nigga ImDontai, uh
Build to the pussy like Fortnite, uh
My dick is stuck in your whore like—
Oww!
¡Cabrón! ¿Qué tú dijiste?
Bae, it's just a lyric, bae
¿Qué tú dijiste?
I'm sorry
[Joey Bada$$:]
Look, I ain't gotta force it
This that youngest on the 30 Under Forbes list (That cashin' out)
Yeah, I be cashin' out, I be cashin' out (Money)
I moved my mama from the hood into a fortress (That fortress)
I said I made a few million in some weeks, bitch (In some weeks)
Hey, told the world about it, ain't no secret (Secret)
You niggas worried 'bout the crown, worried 'bout the crown (Worried)
Fuck it, you can tell them clowns they can keep it (They can keep it)
Know The Rules lyrics - Pro Era (feat. Joey Bada$$, CJ Fly & Kirk Knight)
Statik Selektah
Y'all know the rules
Y'all know the rules (peep the rap patois)
From BK
Y'all know the rules
Y'all know the rules
Y'all know the rules
From BK
[Joey Bada$$:]
Check, check
Uh
It be the nights like this that make me question His name
And it's sights like this that make me question the fame
Feeling like, I'm the only one who destined to blame
Never be testing my faith, so I ain't resting today
They don't like to see sunshine
They'd rather see sundown or the nightfall
Pray that he might fall, just like all
Before his time and presence
Before his prime and essence really stepping
But fuck it, we stepping, repping Beast Coast
On the West End
Hoes be impressed with his entrance
And the valet's parking just to spark up your interest
Let's just enter all types of keys and postures
Ima keep it G, 'til you give me G responses
Don't worry, I gotcha, I'm here for you conscious
I'm all upright in your bitch concha
Shit get deep like conches said
They can't see me switch your consciousness
Nigga Kirk hit me up like "What's the plans, my nigga?"
We all trying to eat, but they don't understand, my niggas
Trying to see figures way bigger than that minimum wage shit
We winners for days, but it's in the sinister phase
Now my life got stamina ways, to sin on my plates
If I ain't reading a script, I'm reading ya bitch
Don't trip, I see the signs she be eyeing me
She know who I am so she be eyeing me
But she don't get the IMG, nor the irony
To prove you ain't as high as me
I like these blunts Siamese
'Til we airborne riding on herb shuttles
Don't try to rebuttal
I rap in puzzles like raps Rapunzel
Ima be here long, niggas ain't know
Introduce you to the show
Let me show you how to roll
When you fucking with the Pro
Y'all know the rules
Y'all know the rules
Y'all know the rules
[Kirk Knight:]
And I said
We not kids
But we suited for family ties
My eye tear through the leather[?] of wire
808s, knocking as the temple of my heart
When we robbed that girl for an iPhone
Man, I wish I ain't start
To work hard
My head honchos oversee masses
Just to see an oversea master, with disaster
In the night, royal flush with the microphone
Fuck it with the metronome
Made me holler like silicone
See my girl slip for the [?]
Look how much years is it worth
All the time that my body is shook
All the time in the ER
Thinking 'bout the Es and Rs we picked up
We could prob'ly use a see or saw
Girls can be on the war like Christ do
I don't need a movie
A way, or a pistol
And yeah I'm pissed too[?]
Ready, ignite like a crystal
Fuck being lyrical
All niggas is making doubles
But they not feeling you
Y'all know the rules (Check)
Y'all know the rules (Yo, Yo)
Y'all know the rules
[CJ Fly:]
Check, check
I'd rather live my life right than to be dead wrong
Never left, so I'm guessing right I had my head on
Then I wasn't getting gassed like Exxon
One basket, would I know to never put all of my eggs on?
Never meant to leave, what mentally (been rich in mine[?])
Some time I spent for free plus I was sent to read
Led me to believe I've been alive for some centuries
We're spitting heavenly, on the memory of STEEZ
Won't ever quit but no one knows all I've been through
Supplied your mind with food for thought
Your choice - what you feed into
Sometimes I wonder how to even stomach it
Hit a couple licks of a guilty conscience
Take the lotion off your mother's skin
On some other shit, fell down like I fell from the top
And had dropped and kept plummeting
And I don't know how I do it
Know how I keep on making songs and music
Eye do it for you...
Y'all know the rules
Y'all know the rules
Y'all know the rules
From BK
Lil Arrogant lyrics - Joey Bada$$, IDK & Russ
[IDK:]
This is what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
What people paid paper for, dammit
This that goin' to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming
That boy from PG but D.C. still claim him
And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm real
Some rappers magicians, they trick you, they Copperfield
Act tough as a gold medal, you link 'em, they daffodil
Meanwhile, I'm just runnin' back kick returns on the field
Where the Redskins be losin' but we gon' support 'em still
That's how you know where our loyalty at
So place a bet against me, where your royalties at?
I bet I leave your ass streamed of your fourteen percent
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick named Mutombo, I'm lit
I rub on her clit, she drip, then I cum on her tits
How common is this to spit like a fuckin' attempt?
I'm murderin' shit, I flip, then I leave your ass flipped
I flip the script, then skip to your fuckin' event
I take the check and dip, moments later, it's spent
You take the check and shit, it's enough for your 'rents
So how the fuck you telling me that I ain't good enough, prick?
Ah... I think that I'm top ten, top five
Top three, top two, top one, and I'm still not done
Trump supporters' daughters love me, so I still think we won
She on her knees for that black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck
[Joey Bada$$:]
Yo
Yo, yo
Badmon! Uhh
Here's what you been waitin' for, ain't it? (Yep)
It's a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
I ain't got to explain it, this lane, I done paved it (Right)
I done paid my dues, now I'm just collectin' payments (Collect)
One verse, that's gon' be your whole life savings
If I was you, I'd be makin' funeral arrangements (True)
These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (What else?)
And beat you with the bar that I'm raisin', I come in, gun blazin' (Facts)
We gon' see who get the last laugh (Hah)
It's funny 'cause these niggas always trippin' off the past (Hah)
Think this shit a joke until somebody get smoked
Choked, off the very words that they spoke
Listen here, though, it's gettin' near close (Yeah, huh)
'Bout to blow your brains through your fuckin' earlobes (Earlobes, um)
This one, the kid been gone for a while, they missed him
Patient with the shot, when we blast off, won't miss him
[Russ:]
Somebody gon' die tonight
Rappers see me but don't say shit like they don't have vocals
And they be dissin' on the socials like they don't have Pro-Tools
They big you up until you're big enough
I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck
I'm already eight figures up
Y'all are in the minors still, I'm Willie Mays
Y'all still jumpin' out of bed for 50K
I roll back over and continue fuckin' all y'all's favorite
I'm the greatest, I'm not stoppin' until all y'all say it
I'm courtside, closin' multi-million dollar deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian, thousand dollar meals
I'm in Lake Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a—
Part of the formula that put me here, so fuck you
When the second album drops, watch who they all run to
Haha
Lost Ones lyrics - Joey Bada$$ (with Jim Jones) (feat. Annalise Azadian)
[Annalise Azadian:]
You were here
And now you're gone, disappeared
In the break of dawn it feels surreal
Oh how did it go so wrong
Oh how did it go so wrong
[Joey Bada$$:]
And everyday I think about you
Shirley Temples in your name, I gotta drink about two now
Livin' seems strange, functionin' without you, how
Do I cope with pain and feelin' doubtful
I swear still to this day man it cuts me so deep
Every time I see a grave I get down on one knee
Then I call the Lord's name and ask him is it just me
Or do I not deserve to just be at peace
Tryna keep my mind at ease, searchin' for relief
You was always there for me when nobody believed
Still in minor disbelief thinkin' bout you and STEEZ
Everyday till the clock stops, it's time left for me
But until then workin' hard is my bliss
It's the only way I know to take my mind off of this
I ain't got too much choices but to focus instead
And I can still hear your voices at the back of my head, yeah
[Annalise Azadian:]
You were here
And now you're gone, disappeared
In the break of dawn it feels surreal
Oh how did it go so wrong
Oh how did it go so wrong
[Jim Jones:]
We supposed to hit the tunnel for your birthday
But three shots then it turned to the worst day
Me and Dough was up the block with the pistol with us
For some niggas up the block that had an issue with us
But that's here nor there
It hurt to see your family have to cry tear for tear
Still eye for eye
I be paranoid I keep the steel by my side
Not too much has changed
Still be pourin' liquor, drinkin' pain for the pain
Wishin' you was here
Wishin' you was with me buyin' whips every year
Shit to get you back, I be callin' God up
Did you get to see Stacks, did he tell you squad up?
Did you see Pac? Is he thuggin' with Fatal?
Did you see Pac? Is he thuggin' with Cado?
There's a whole bunch of others
Of mothers that cried and brothers that died up in the gutter
[Annalise Azadian:]
You were here
And now you're gone, disappeared
In the break of dawn it feels surreal
Oh how did it go so wrong
Oh how did it go so wrong
Love Is Only A Feeling lyrics - Joey Bada$$
[Joey Bada$$:]
Look, I love her curves but what's more preferred
Is the way she articulates words
Can't help observe and stare when she in the mirror
Masking the massacre while she fixing her hair
I mean she's so perfect in her own little world
We built the foundation, everything I want in a girl
And it's a matter of time until her last name mine
You got potential baby, just imagine us combined
I wanna see you shine like the gem that you are
Want you be so secure that they can see from afar
That you don't need not a man and you can stand on your own
Let's keep stacking your bread and one day, we gon' get gone
And get away from here
You're the only reason I be staying here
Wanna paint a picture, let's make it clear
The future so bright baby, race you there, girl
[HOMESHAKE:]
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
[Joey Bada$$:]
Look, girl you talk too much, need to relax
No stress please, just please roll us a fat
Blunt so we can smoke and fill the room with love
You buzz 'cause I'm feelin' the groove with this one
Come take you a sip, let's dance under the moon
The way that it's lit, got me feelin' the mood
To vibe and be tuned, I'm so into you
Let's lose track of the night and stay up 'til it's noon
Watch the sun rise and watch the moon fall
Asleep if you will, surprise when you spawn
Back from the world of infinite beyond
Roll your eyes back and let's keep on goin'
Come take a ride, I'll be your chauffeur
I wanna make you sing to me as your toes curl
I love it when she doing all the things I showed her
I thank the Lord for her, man, I swear I owe her
[HOMESHAKE:]
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
Love is only a feeling
Outside lyrics - Westside Boogie & Joey Bada$$
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
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