Too Lit lyrics - Joey Bada$$

Statik Selektah
Oh you lit

[Joey Bada$$:]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)
Never could be too, ooh (riding through this bitch like)
Never could be too lit, aye
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
I told Satan, "Won't be too big"

I know my angels got my back, but it's demons all in front of me
A halo for a hat, I wear the crown always underneath
A king to a God, tryna guard all this energy
That's why I stay strapped - in my dungarees
Looking at the past, thinking everything is done to me
Moving so fast, I can't let the future run from me
One foot upon the gas, other foot up in my enemy's ass
I'm just tryna make my legacy last
It's everlasting, you never passing a nigga passion
They on their last stretch like they're elastic
I'm Mr. Fantastic, everything I drop another classic
They only mad cause I got it mastered
Anything that I imagined, I made it happen
Turned the pen into a wand and I made magic
I'm good with the words but I'm better at the actions
I'm putting in the work, man I'm never relaxing, my nigga
On God!

Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
Never could be too, ooh
Never could be too lit, aye
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
I told Satan, "Won't be too big"

And you don't understand my angle
Getting tangled in, all kind of stars that's spangled
Feeling like I'm dangling over a edge
Playing tango with the Devil trying not to break a leg
I'm just tryna break bread with my brother man
Rather see us niggas dead, you don't understand
Middle fingers to the Feds and the government
I'm taking shots to the head like Osama Bin, I'm wilin' man
They rather see me talking 'bout my wallet and
How I got the girls going crazy at the colleges
She give me good brain then I might just pay her scholarship
Pussy intuition, baby get up on this knowledge and just swallow it
I penetrate deep like a hollow tip
You can ride the mic baby girl, we can politic
The money, man I'm piling it, I'm profound at this
Never high profile with it, my whole style legit

Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)
Never could be too, ooh
Never could be too lit, aye (yeah)
Never could be too rich (aye)
My bitch never could be too thick (yeah)
I told Satan, "Won't be too big", ooh

Ooh, that's right (yeah)
Ooh, that's right, that's right, yeah
Never could be too lit
Tell America to suck my dick
Never could be too big
Never could be too

Uh, who want spar with the demagogue demi-god?
Feeling like I'm Thor for the denims on, special cloth
Talk and got attached to the emerald
A vessel of a force, to be with you in the epilogue
It's another episode, written from the upper echelon
Just hidden in another rapper lungs, shalom
Should I carry on tradition, as a Barry Bond division?
Through the windows of my soul, ain't no medical prescription
I'm on a mission, keep an eye out for opposition
Niggas tryna sneak him, that's for his rap position
But they better off just quitting
Got bars like the guards sitting in San Quentin
And I'm sicker than the judges with the sentencing, I sense tension
Viewers discretion, will be advised anytime that he arrive
They caught the vibe, way before I step inside
I walk with the light, see the spark in my eyes
On God!

[Elis Regina:]
Sentindo o frio em minha alma
Te convidei

[Joey Bada$$:]
Never could be too lit
Never could be too rich
My bitch never could be too thick
Never could be too, ooh
Never could be too lit, aye
Never could be too rich
My bitch never gonna be too thick
I told Satan, "Won't be too big", ooh

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

[Joey Bada$$:]
Tell me why we go to war, too many gods
Tell me what we praying for, too many gods
Feel like things will never change, I swear to God
Sometimes I wonder if God ever prays for me (Ooh)
Tell me why we go to war, too many gods (Ooh)
Tell me what we praying for, too many gods (Ooh)
Feel like things will never change, I swear to God (Ooh)
Sometimes I wonder if God ever prays for me (Ooh)

[A$AP Rocky:]
It's just too many laws
Misfits, too many wars
Battle scars, too many swords

Knight in shining armor, such a pretty horse
Strange screams down the corridors
Divide, conquer, call it yours
Another false prophet's on the thrones
(Who holds the north?) Had a dream

I woke up a king in a peasant body

Killed my pride, I felt less embodied
Still inside, writing papers
Flying ravens with a message 'bout me
On my knees like I'm rectifying
Hand on my heart like I'm testifying
Want the beef, I go prime on it
Fuck a king, I turn God on it

[Joey Bada$$:]
Tell me why we go to war, too many gods
Tell me what we praying for, too many gods
Feel like things will never change, I swear to God
Sometimes I wonder if God ever prays for me (Ooh)
Tell me why we go to war, too many gods (Ooh)
Tell me what we praying for, too many gods (Ooh)
Feel like things will never change, I swear to God (Ooh)
Sometimes I wonder if God ever prays for me (Ooh)

Uh, head start
Sword so sharp, take his head apart (Hmm, hmm, ayy)
Ready for war, I grew up with soldiers like Ned Stark (Yeah)

Dragging my name in the dirt and I'll bury 'em
Playing with fire but I'm no Targaryen

Dire wolves with me, these ain't no Siberians
What's a king to a God? Ain't no comparing them

Bent the flow harder, Valyrian steel

Nobody move or somebody get killed
I got the pole, aim my scope at his head
Look in his eyes and he knew he was dead
This ain't no Dunleavey but he be said
I pray to God, but who pray for the kid?
Life is too short to be living in fear
Especially when you know winter is here

Two Distant Strangers lyrics - Joey Bada$$

(from "Two Distant Strangers" soundtrack)

You don't feel my pain (you don't feel it)
The policeman wanna blow out my brains
Blow (blow, blow, blow, blow)
Two distant strangers
We are not the same (we are not the same)
'Cause I'm just another target on the range (strange)
No, this is not no game (this is not no game)
It's time we show these niggas we not playin' (not fuckin' playin')
So many fallen and so many names (so many names)
'Cause we just another target on the range (strange)

We walkin' 'round black
It's like walking with a bullseye
Set it on my back, so now I'm walkin' with my bullseye
Screaming "Fuck the world, man!", I let it feed in me
The Devil gettin' closer, I can feel the nigga in me
Right over my shoulder, the world just gets colder
But God gave his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
Weight up on my chest feeling like a fucking boulder
Life is but a dream, can't say I never told ya
I'm just trying to find a way up out this nightmare
Every day I fight fear
It's a whole different life here
Tryin' to get my mind clear
Feelin' like my time's near
Woke up close to God
But the Devil, he was right there
Breathin' down my back, every time I try to take a step
He always bring me back, feeling like I'm on the brink of death
Every waking breath can bring a false sense
Swear to God I hardly slept, 'cause one eye just won't shut

You don't feel my pain (you don't feel it)
The policeman wanna blow out my brains
Blow (blow, blow, blow, blow)
Two distant strangers
We are not the same (we are not the same)
'Cause I'm just another target on the range (strange)
No, this is not no game (this is not no game)
It's time we show these niggas we not playin' (not fuckin' playin')
So many fallen and so many names (so many names)
'Cause we just another target on the range (strange)

There's a fire inside of me that grows daily
Most people look at fire as being a bad thing
I see it differently
I say it's all about what you choose to do with it
Sure, you can use it to burn things
Like bridges, or even worse, yourself
But you can also use it to keep warm
And as a light to illuminate the darkness
Fire is power
We can choose to learn its properties
Become the artist
Or put other people at risk
By destroying everything we touch
Either way
I'm gonna let this motherfucker burn

Vertino lyrics - Conway The Machine & Joey Bada$$

Uh
Life is good man
Life is good
Yeah
Told you
I told you (I told you niggas)
Can't fuck with me nigga
For real (Brrr)
Yeah (Brrr)
Know what the fuck is up nigga?

Seen a fiend fight a vein in her ankle to shoot it
Shot that pussy nigga in his knee like we draining some fluid
Rob a rapper at his own show took his chain and I threw it
Stupid
The renegade you been afraid
Shot penetrated my shoulders and knocked the chip away
My heart only got colder
Yeah cold as Minnesota in October
Yola in the pot swoll up
Stop hold up (Talk to 'em)
They starting to holla what I sing
They following my thing
They gotta acknowledge me as king nigga

This is God level for rah yellow
Biting every switch burn 'em with the stick like marshmellow
You thirty something and broke still driving a bitch car
Talking about you out getting licks off
I was so comfy in the hood I could trap with my kicks off
Now I'm in that black brown interior call it Biscoff
Bitch I'm the big dawg
Draw plays like I'm coach Curry holding the clipboard
I take time out I got Warriors on my bench Chris ball
Whenever I'm triggered my trigger finger itch more
Reach in my pocket I could pull hunnids out by the fist ball
Look
Ain't nobody put me on I think yall took it wrong
Yall better go back do you google research and look some more
Watch them youtube vids about the man with the bullet scars
Westin Brooks will tell you it was the crooked jaw that took us off
Verse was eye popping we sky rocketed

My mind shine like diamonds on one of Westsides watches
Went from buying 62 grams to going inquire shopping
My shooter on tour with me he just was on crime stoppers
(Facts nigga)
They still looking for him
Nigga had a break gave me two thousand to cook it for him
She ain't get a gold niggas hit your top with a bullet for em
I get big money at will when I'm putting letters together I wheel of fortune
I show niggas love somehow I'm still the villan for it
She tryna fuck a rapper so she can feel important
Thats why she tryna be all in my section with liquor pouring

6 in the morning police at my door
Guns by the bed money in the floor
Neighbors looking at me like he got that raw
Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more
And the plug keep calling tell me up that score
One hand scratch the other one, that's just law
Your bitch looking at me like he got that raw
Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

My style is minimalistic, plain Jane simplistic
I'm like Ace and Money Mitch but really on some pimp shit
Fallin' off ain't too realistic, niggas tellin' tales
Could sell you news stories but this crack still sells
Rule number one, never ghost the clientele
Fiends linin' at my door, they need that shit now
Ten Crack Commandments, yo, I knows it too well
This the same dope I'm dishin' out, just on a different scale
Let me break it down if you don't see the vicious steel
You see I got them hooked on the real
I bossed up in and went to Columbia for the deal
Like fuck the "pop a pill" shit, this that pure raw they wanna feel
Scarcity in the market, now I'm spendin' the margin
And it's only a problem if the product ain't' what it's promised
'Cause any competition get demolished
These niggas know my shit hit the hardest, to be honest
Graduated from the school of Hard Rock with my honors
Started on the block and made it to the top from the bottom
Used to cook it at my grandmama spot, we was starvin'
Right or wrong, the truth be timeless
Block away from Marcy Projects, we was prospects
Gainin' knowledge on the different ways to fill our pockets
Tryna make a profit in order to afford every object we desired
Like, one day I'll retire
But for now, I'll be the main supplier of that fuckin' fire

6 in the morning police at my door
Guns by the bed money in the floor
Neighbors looking at me like he got that raw
Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more
And the plug keep calling tell me up that score
One hand scratch the other one, that's just law
Your bitch looking at me like he got that raw
Fiends know its pure so they keep coming for more

Victory lyrics - Joey Bada$$

And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, 'cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, 'cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, 'cause this story is history
Homie this my story

First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors
Everything I do I do it big, I'm a monster
The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder
Every day another triple-double entendre
At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us
Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us
And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong
We gon' be up for a while like keep the legacy goin'
The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne
I'm in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone
Even when I'm OT man I still feel at home
The G-O-A-T when it's all said and done
They only make legends where I'm from
Been known we won before the song begun

And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, 'cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
'Cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, 'cause this story is history
Homie this my story

I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end
'Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I'm the man
All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel
I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real
I do it just for sport
Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks
Word is bond, I am the one
I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on
Back on the block, I call the shots
You sit and watch when I'm against the clock I make the world stop
Hold up, but let's get back to business please
I'm a be up for a while I know you sick of me
Y'all ain't real ballers, y'all just little leagues
And we ain't taking no losses we the winning team, East

And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, 'cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, 'cause this feels like a victory
The competition look slim to me
Yeah, 'cause this story is history
Homie this my story

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

[Joey Bada$$:]
For all the thirsty sumchins out there
Beware
For like the 147th take

Cause when I hit it, that pussy closed for sure
Like she rock that V card again
She said "Joey no, don't ever hit me hard again"
It's funny cause I recall, hitting the score
Play calling, told her hit the floor and she started dribbling balls
My game foreign, way outta line, shit make you forfeit
The score like four-zip flow like faucets
Grip up on that pussy like a forcep
Aight, I done lost it
So make ya decisions, I'm seeing my visions of double women
But I play my position, in the cut like incisions
This is why I'm not hot, I'm sizzling
And it's drizzling hoes, flows, and dough, so
Foes gonna oppose, roll stupid O's
You get worn out in these clothes, plus groupie hoes
Love the niño sucio lingo
They be like "You rap? Oh bingo"
I be like "No Inglo"
I only know the language of DeNiro, I never lie
They never seen a Black boy fly as high past the slash in the sky
Got a gash in my eye, bleeding out
Cause, when it was seeing out, was worth more than the amount
Of all of the accounts, in this world I proceed to count
But it's just mine and
I can't find no adjustment time sweet pumpkin pie
So just get in sumchin fly
And you gon' be my sumchin for the night
I'm in town for the day, I say it's only right, she was a fan so
She left her man right where he stand yo had mad plans for joe
I demanded a blow, whether her name be Wendy or she shy
I just want a little Becky this is not a lie

Wendy N Becky, Wendy N Becky
You so sexy but you can't apex me
After you done licked my testes, don't try to peck me
Please respect me, don't test me
Wendy N Becky, Wendy N Becky
You so sexy but you can't apex me
After you done licked my testes, don't try to peck me
Please respect me, don't test me

[Chance the Rapper:]
We used to smoke nickels inside of Nichols Park
I paid the piper, the pickle she used to pick apart
Peppermint sticks in her middle, brittle, a little hard
Cringe when she grin like the Grinch, that bitch had a little heart
Neck covered in diamonds and hickies
Every time I fly in her city, she buying a titty
Or selling a kidney, or trying to get me
To believe she's having a kid and that the kid has a mustache and raps pretty
Emoji right back like damn she funny
Thanking God for the shows, that's that plan B money
Thinking God my moms can't be grandmummy
Thanking God he ain't never make a plan B for me
Choke holdin my wine glass, rock bottomin' out
Rock, paper, switchblade, rap got him a house
Pops got him a car, bops got him a couch
Girl got him arrested, girl got him up out

[CJ Fly:]
Don't even try to play yourself
I think you need to brace yourself
Don't even try to play yourself
I think you need to face yourself
Don't even try to play yourself
I think you need to pace yourself
Don't even try to play yourself
I think you need to blaze this L

Slow down
Slow your roll
Cool your jets
Moving way too fast
Slow down
Slow your roll
You a bop
Going ass bitch
Skeezer ass bitch
Lying ass, tricking ass bitch
Bitch, bitch
Slow your roll, bitch!

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

[from "Southpaw" soundtrack]

"Action!"

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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