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

Joey Bada$$ other songs:

 

Outside lyrics - Westside Boogie & Joey Bada$$

Alright, uh

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

Shit, I ran up hills in my downtime, uh

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

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

Who really outside? It's all about the approach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why would I say I am shit?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she let me paint her face (Right)

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just hope you takin' notes

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

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

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

I kill these niggas in my downtime, uh

They spendin' all day swattin' house flies

With couch time that let me know that they not outside

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

Know it's all 'bout the finish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Man, I been fightin' with a lotta shit

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

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

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

Got me competin' with myself

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

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

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

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

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

Pantie Raid Pt. II lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Age ain't nothing but a digit

If you with it, with it

Hit my line we could kick it

Okay you're obviously brainwashed

Our time ain't the same watch

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

Expand your ocular

Push the granddaddy proper, uh

Whatever you do just please don't drop the stuff

Is it awkward love or is it proper lust?

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

I love it when you scream big poppa bear please stop

You know my animal style

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

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

Give a fuck who watching

Guess who knocking the boots

A foul doctrine

Exactly what got me so into you

Don't tell your boo

You let that rap nigga in your gut

If he knew you like I knew you

Then he know you give it up

You know that vanilla thin lust with the chocolate chunk

Something like a strawberry and bury it up

Age ain't nothing but a digit

If you with it, with it

Hit my line we could kick it

Yo open up what's for lunch?

She said 47 flavors of that shit come rushing up

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

I got the Woodstock

How much wood can a wood thot suck

What if the thot could guarantee she would

And that's a tad bit explicit

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

Listen to me, bust it for me magnificently

So devilish you magnify the Christian in me

Unexpected positions when we switching between

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

Abra ka dagger and gag her

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

Woke up early 'cause I had to go

Early bird want the early worm

Yo I swear she so nasty yo

She like them nuts to taste pistachio

Always tell me papi don't let go you fantastico

Age ain't nothing but a digit

If you with it, with it

Hit my line we could kick it

Passports & Suitcases lyrics - (feat. KayCyy)

Yeah-yeah-yeah

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

Passports, passports, yeah

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

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

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

Anything that you please

Girl, just follow my lead, baby, yeah

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

I got everything you need, baby, yeah

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

Let me know right now

Should we slow things down? (Slow things down)

Should I hold my ground?

You gon' me hold down

What's the hold up, now?

Need to know right now

Need to know right now

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

She a Gemini (She a Gemini)

My little pudding pie (My little pudding)

Social butterfly (Social butter')

Watch her flutter by (Watch her flutter)

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

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

Passports and suitcases (Passports)

On to some new spaces

Tighten up like loose

Tighten up like loose braces

Oh, no

They trip like it's their shoelaces

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

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

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

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

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

Anything that you please

Girl, just follow my lead, baby, yeah

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

I got everything you need, baby, yeah

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

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

You could trust me

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

Passports and suitcases (Passports)

On to some new spaces

Tighten up like loose

Tighten up like loose braces

Oh, no

They trip like it's their shoelaces

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

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

Perception Vs. Reality lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Perception or reality, now what's realer?

And can I really trust that man in the mirror?

The death-span of the human mind gets nearer

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

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

When you're raised out here

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

Only place guaranteed is the grave out here

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

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

Lions, tigers and bears, hunters gather your spears

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

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

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

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

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

Posted at the deli, heli's over the streets

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

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

I'm another misconception of reality

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

About the body that somebody caught last week

I ain't finna go downtown in no backseat

Cause perception is reality when black like me

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

Perception or reality, now what's realer?

And can I really trust that man in the mirror?

The death-span of the human mind gets nearer

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

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

When you're raised out here

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

Only place guaranteed is the grave out here

Perception or reality, now what's realer?

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

Young rich nigga, chinchilla, other [?]

Objects in this mirror seem closer than they appear

Everything ain't gold

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

Gotta get it, I gotta get that dough

Gotta get my mama in a new Range Rove

And what you saying though?

And yes I meant [?]

Perception or reality, now what's realer?

And can I really trust that man in the mirror?

The death-span of the human mind gets nearer

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

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

When you're raised out here

Raised out here

When you're raised out here

Only place guaranteed is the grave out here

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

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

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

The reality for me is

Ready lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Badmon representing

Tell me is you ready is you really ready

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

I was born ready now I'm coming heavy

Now I'm coming heavy

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

So make way through the crowd

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

Just trying to make waves with the sound

When my shit drop bitch turn it up loud

And tune them other niggas out

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

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

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

They forgot we from the bottom

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

Before the money and the power

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

Plotting domination now the whole world is ours

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

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

They got me mistaken

Critics try to box me

I feel like Rocky when it come to paparazzi

Somebody stop me, fucking up my kamikaze

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

'Cause we dropping jewels I said we dropping jewels

Temper rising cools prolly see me on the news

Joey got the juice, finally got this nigga loose

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

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

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

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

Never dropping the ball, always raising the bar

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

So make way through the crowd

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

Just trying to make waves with the sound

When my shit drop bitch turn it up loud

And tune them other niggas out

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

All these others niggas thinking they from the south

Bitch I'm the bomb even HOV said it

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

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

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

When I made it to his office I was seventeen

Like forty floors up I grew a pair of wings

In that moment man I knew I could do anything

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

And I never lost my hunger man I stayed hungry

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

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

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

60k first week for the Bada$$

200k to this day I know you niggas mad

With the 80/20 split my nigga do the math

My nigga Kirk just outsold Troy Ave

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

Got these niggas bread hurt, Limp Bizkit

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

Got the ninjas on deck and the bitches in check

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

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

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

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

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

So make way through the crowd

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

Just trying to make waves with the sound

When my shit drop bitch turn it up loud

And tune them other niggas out

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

Tell these other niggas I'm coming for the crown

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

Tell me is you ready is you really ready

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

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

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

Tell me is you ready is you really ready

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

Rudebwoy lyrics - CJ Fly & Joey Bada$$

Wah

Statik Selektah

Yeah, you know

Real rude bwoy ting ah gwan

Fly

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

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

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

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

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

American and Bajan, plus my father's side Jamaican

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo (Badmon)

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

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

Lost in the sauce, look at these imposters

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

Bumpin' Poppa, who shot ya?

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

Them don't know that

Pickin' niggas off, no Kodak

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

Tell his mama hold dat

My condolence, it's mind controllin'

Anytime this microphone is in my holdings

See me in the battle, please help my opponents

Guarantee that's gon' be his final moments

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

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

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

Still leavin' these hoes hopeless, and you know this

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, rude bwoy, your time now

Fuck them up, hahaha

Style Wars lyrics - Chuck Strangers x Joey Bada$$

[Chuck Strangers:]

I want to thank God for this vibe

I'm just laid up high

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

Something I believe in."

Sonic and aesthetically pleasing

Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathing

Do your Googles nigga

I'm in control of things

God and I move together as two

Manifesting the moves

Steady blessing the crew

We worry ya with the rhyming

Shoutouts to Oakland, but the warriors from Coney Island

On them roof tops, lit one up for 2Pac

'Cause this is murder rap

Thinking how quick we grew up, low-key insane

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

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

The dynamic of my whole block changed

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

Faded and miseducated, twenty-four years he made it

Now niggas can express they selves, yo

Sometimes I need to be alone

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

I think of home when I need to be strong

We're rolling up, no more hitting the bong

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

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

The dark sing pain and prosperity

Chopped the new shipment now I got all my equipment

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

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

They gon' try to hide or make it sound clever

While the metronome tick like a fake Rolex

I'm wondering who hoes next

I just wanna fuck you, singing ass bitch

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

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

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

And that's my word

I been fiendin' for progress as much as dollars

Fuck that tee, rock a collar

A business man is always proper

I can't listen to what they taught ya

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

Now the conflicts is starting, and everybody watching

Plus your desire to be poppin'

Could have the illest nigga out here weighing his options

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

Most of my heroes ain't balling, they falling

Step behind with the law

Can you counteract the allure and still score?

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

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

[Joey Bada$$:]

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

Niggas just show boat, but really they got no flow

Mainstream sailing, gently down the stream

Flopping out the waterfall, a dollar and a scheme

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

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

Oblivious to what worth is

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

I been sicker than your average, it's practice

Nowadays rap is just deadbeats and ad-libs

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

It's blasphemy, I gotta blast 'em

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

I'm about that action

They talk just to get a reaction

Me? I stay powered up, no battery acid

Sheesh, haha, you feel me like

Smooth flow just to get them limbs relaxing

Cut class just to give you these classics

My homie Chuck Strange told me shoot that actress

I said I move slow just to cruise through traffic

THE REV3NGE lyrics - Joey Bada$$

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

Woo (Hands up)

I just came back for the win

Lotta new money in my hand

Go and tell a friend to tell a friend

They say success is the best revenge

Heard they was sleepin' again, say it no more

This is a rude awakenin', kick in the door

Back and I'm better than ever before

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

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

I catch a body, then jump in the Porsche

Follow the coroner back to the morgue

Take the sheet off and I kill 'em some more

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

You won't even know who was involved

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

And do it till I cannot do it no more

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

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

Heard they was missing me while I was gone

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

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

Fought through the misery, weathered the storm

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

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

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

Applyin' pressure, somebody stop us (Woo)

Applyin' pressure, somebody stop us

Run in my casa, gon' need a doctor

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

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

Lotta new money in my hand

Go and tell a friend to tell a friend

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

I just came back for the win (Yeah)

Lotta new money in my hand (Woo, woo)

Go and tell a friend to tell a friend

They say success is the best revenge (Woo)

So now they on my body

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

They gon' say I joined Illuminati

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

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

Lotta new money in my hand (What, woo)

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

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

I just came back for the win (Yeah)

Lotta new money in my hand (Woo, woo)

Go and tell a friend to tell a friend

They say success is the best revenge

Thugz Cry lyrics - Joey Bada$$

[Joey Bada$$:]

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, just wanna be

I just wanna be, just wanna be

Maybe I'm just like my brother

He's never satisfied

Why do we shoot up each other?

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

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

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

[Joey Bada$$ (Kirk Knight):]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas never wanna execute, niggas only make excuse

[Joey Bada$$:]

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, just wanna be

I just wanna be, just wanna be

[Joey Bada$$ (Raury):]

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

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

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

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

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

[Joey Bada$$:]

Welcome to the high plane, I'm so fly

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

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

Now we honor Jenner, James and the ring

Sweet Jesus

I pray for you non-believers

They say that you never see us

Turn around, sing "Pledge of Allegiance"

Nothin' went with this world

What are we to do with the story?

They gotta never witness your true ways

Better play victims or new slaves

What the hell is with them kids these days?

Get ya guns, the guerrillas gon' bang

Treat us like animals in this race

Put that banana clip in your face

'Til you wash all their problems away

I don't plan on doin' laundry today

What's 50 bands to a man like me?

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

Can't you see or is you blind?

Screen advertise corrupt your mind

Fill that TVs with so many lies

So many die overtime, hold so many lies, uh

[Joey Bada$$ (Raury):]

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

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

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

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

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

When the thugs cry, yeah

[Joey Bada$$:]

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be

I just wanna be free, yeah

I just wanna be, just wanna be

I just wanna be, just wanna be

[Kirk Knight:]

No law, no law

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Too Lit lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Statik Selektah

Oh you lit

[Joey Bada$$:]

Never could be too lit

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)

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

Never could be too lit, aye

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick

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

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

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

A king to a God, tryna guard all this energy

That's why I stay strapped - in my dungarees

Looking at the past, thinking everything is done to me

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

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

I'm just tryna make my legacy last

It's everlasting, you never passing a nigga passion

They on their last stretch like they're elastic

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

They only mad cause I got it mastered

Anything that I imagined, I made it happen

Turned the pen into a wand and I made magic

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

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

On God!

Never could be too lit

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick

Never could be too, ooh

Never could be too lit, aye

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick

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

And you don't understand my angle

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

Feeling like I'm dangling over a edge

Playing tango with the Devil trying not to break a leg

I'm just tryna break bread with my brother man

Rather see us niggas dead, you don't understand

Middle fingers to the Feds and the government

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

They rather see me talking 'bout my wallet and

How I got the girls going crazy at the colleges

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

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

I penetrate deep like a hollow tip

You can ride the mic baby girl, we can politic

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

Never high profile with it, my whole style legit

Never could be too lit

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)

Never could be too, ooh

Never could be too lit, aye (yeah)

Never could be too rich (aye)

My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)

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

Ooh, that's right (yeah)

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

Never could be too lit

Tell America to suck my dick

Never could be too big

Never could be too

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

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

Talk and got attached to the emerald

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

It's another episode, written from the upper echelon

Just hidden in another rapper lungs, shalom

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

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

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

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

But they better off just quitting

Got bars like the guards sitting in San Quentin

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

Viewers discretion, will be advised anytime that he arrive

They caught the vibe, way before I step inside

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

On God!

[Elis Regina:]

Sentindo o frio em minha alma

Te convidei

[Joey Bada$$:]

Never could be too lit

Never could be too rich

My bitch never could be too thick

Never could be too, ooh

Never could be too lit, aye

Never could be too rich

My bitch never gonna be too thick

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

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

[Joey Bada$$:]

Tell me why we go to war, too many gods

Tell me what we praying for, too many gods

Feel like things will never change, I swear to God

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

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

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

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

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

[A$AP Rocky:]

It's just too many laws

Misfits, too many wars

Battle scars, too many swords

Knight in shining armor, such a pretty horse

Strange screams down the corridors

Divide, conquer, call it yours

Another false prophet's on the thrones

(Who holds the north?) Had a dream

I woke up a king in a peasant body

Killed my pride, I felt less embodied

Still inside, writing papers

Flying ravens with a message 'bout me

On my knees like I'm rectifying

Hand on my heart like I'm testifying

Want the beef, I go prime on it

Fuck a king, I turn God on it

[Joey Bada$$:]

Tell me why we go to war, too many gods

Tell me what we praying for, too many gods

Feel like things will never change, I swear to God

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, head start

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

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

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

Playing with fire but I'm no Targaryen

Dire wolves with me, these ain't no Siberians

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

Bent the flow harder, Valyrian steel

Nobody move or somebody get killed

I got the pole, aim my scope at his head

Look in his eyes and he knew he was dead

This ain't no Dunleavey but he be said

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

Life is too short to be living in fear

Especially when you know winter is here

Two Distant Strangers lyrics - Joey Bada$$

(from "Two Distant Strangers" soundtrack)

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

The policeman wanna blow out my brains

Blow (blow, blow, blow, blow)

Two distant strangers

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

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

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

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

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

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

We walkin' 'round black

It's like walking with a bullseye

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

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

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

Right over my shoulder, the world just gets colder

But God gave his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers

Weight up on my chest feeling like a fucking boulder

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

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

Every day I fight fear

It's a whole different life here

Tryin' to get my mind clear

Feelin' like my time's near

Woke up close to God

But the Devil, he was right there

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

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

Every waking breath can bring a false sense

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

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

The policeman wanna blow out my brains

Blow (blow, blow, blow, blow)

Two distant strangers

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's a fire inside of me that grows daily

Most people look at fire as being a bad thing

I see it differently

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

Sure, you can use it to burn things

Like bridges, or even worse, yourself

But you can also use it to keep warm

And as a light to illuminate the darkness

Fire is power

We can choose to learn its properties

Become the artist

Or put other people at risk

By destroying everything we touch

Either way

I'm gonna let this motherfucker burn

Vertino lyrics - Conway The Machine & Joey Bada$$

Uh

Life is good man

Life is good

Yeah

Told you

I told you (I told you niggas)

Can't fuck with me nigga

For real (Brrr)

Yeah (Brrr)

Know what the fuck is up nigga?

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

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

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

Stupid

The renegade you been afraid

Shot penetrated my shoulders and knocked the chip away

My heart only got colder

Yeah cold as Minnesota in October

Yola in the pot swoll up

Stop hold up (Talk to 'em)

They starting to holla what I sing

They following my thing

They gotta acknowledge me as king nigga

This is God level for rah yellow

Biting every switch burn 'em with the stick like marshmellow

You thirty something and broke still driving a bitch car

Talking about you out getting licks off

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

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

Bitch I'm the big dawg

Draw plays like I'm coach Curry holding the clipboard

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

Whenever I'm triggered my trigger finger itch more

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

Look

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

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

Watch them youtube vids about the man with the bullet scars

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

Verse was eye popping we sky rocketed

My mind shine like diamonds on one of Westsides watches

Went from buying 62 grams to going inquire shopping

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

(Facts nigga)

They still looking for him

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

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

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

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

She tryna fuck a rapper so she can feel important

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

6 in the morning police at my door

Guns by the bed money in the floor

Neighbors looking at me like he got that raw

Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

And the plug keep calling tell me up that score

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

Your bitch looking at me like he got that raw

Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

My style is minimalistic, plain Jane simplistic

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

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

Could sell you news stories but this crack still sells

Rule number one, never ghost the clientele

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

Ten Crack Commandments, yo, I knows it too well

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

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

You see I got them hooked on the real

I bossed up in and went to Columbia for the deal

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

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

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

'Cause any competition get demolished

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

Graduated from the school of Hard Rock with my honors

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

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

Right or wrong, the truth be timeless

Block away from Marcy Projects, we was prospects

Gainin' knowledge on the different ways to fill our pockets

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

Like, one day I'll retire

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

6 in the morning police at my door

Guns by the bed money in the floor

Neighbors looking at me like he got that raw

Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

And the plug keep calling tell me up that score

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

Your bitch looking at me like he got that raw

Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

Victory lyrics - Joey Bada$$

And this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story, no mystery

Yeah, 'cause this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story

First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors

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

The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder

Every day another triple-double entendre

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

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

Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us

Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us

And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong

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

The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne

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

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

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

They only make legends where I'm from

Been known we won before the song begun

And this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story, no mystery

'Cause this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story

I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg

And even if they still wheelchair him in the end

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

Back by popular demand, I'm the man

All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel

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

I do it just for sport

Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks

Word is bond, I am the one

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

Back on the block, I call the shots

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

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

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

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

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

And this feels like a victory

The competition looks slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story, no mystery

Yeah, 'cause this feels like a victory

The competition look slim to me

Yeah, 'cause this story is history

Homie this my story