[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Joey Bad and Big Preem and we lettin' off steam
And we still came back for that green, mane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, still rap supreme, mane (Grrr)
Yeah, yeah, hold up ("Now look at 'em")
Wait, I said
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Paint my thoughts on imaginary canvas
I take no loss, I can't give these niggas chances
I put my all in each and every single stanza (Yeah)
I do it for the love, 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, mansions in Miami
And Pateks for my legacy, I can't forget my family
First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy
Give it all I got, yeah, I don't need no plan B
I be with them shottas, I been on a kill spree
You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me
They be like "Chill, B"; I be like, "Fuck that"
Time to let them feel me, don't call it a comeback
Hit 'em with a punchline, call it lyrical combat
When I drop the album, that's gon' kill 'em on contact
Ridin' with that compact
.40 on me, homie you might really wanna calm that
Opps get smoked like the bomb pack
Watch me like Comcast, y'all can see the contrast
Niggas put they souls in they motherfuckin' contracts
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 neater than that Gentleman Cognac
Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas "Hold that"
Joey Bad and Big Preem and we lettin' off steam
And we still came back for that green, mane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, still rap supreme, mane (Grrr)
Yeah, yeah, hold up ("Now look at 'em")
Wait, I said
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Paint my thoughts on imaginary canvas
I take no loss, I can't give these niggas chances
I put my all in each and every single stanza (Yeah)
I do it for the love, 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, mansions in Miami
And Pateks for my legacy, I can't forget my family
First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy
Give it all I got, yeah, I don't need no plan B
I be with them shottas, I been on a kill spree
You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me
They be like "Chill, B"; I be like, "Fuck that"
Time to let them feel me, don't call it a comeback
Hit 'em with a punchline, call it lyrical combat
When I drop the album, that's gon' kill 'em on contact
Ridin' with that compact
.40 on me, homie you might really wanna calm that
Opps get smoked like the bomb pack
Watch me like Comcast, y'all can see the contrast
Niggas put they souls in they motherfuckin' contracts
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 neater than that Gentleman Cognac
Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas "Hold that"
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