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!
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