Joey Bada$$ Six Fingers of Death Freestyle Sway in the Morning

[Verse 1: Joey BADA$$]
Yo, tell 'em we back in this, one-of-a-kind spirits
Be remembered with the time, the sky's the limit
Bitch I'm barely in my prime, this ain't half of the vision
And I'm, uh, I'm mentally in a prison
I'm a man on a mission, until I'm out of commission
God my mama be trippin' thought I'd be bringing in children
Instead I brought in a million
A new house and a million
Bitch I'm tryna raise kids and

[Verse 2]
I said first off, how can I say this all politely?
Fuck the publications dawg, they don't really like me
Took me out their conversations, never did invite me
And any allegations as to why are unlikely true
And I got way more to prove, but this a statement or two
To be set for such wanksta dudes, I've been patient too
Made me more ill-dope for real
Name another Brooklyn cat, major without a deal

[Verse 3]
I destroy average rappers, it's just practice
Eat 'em up for breakfast, being savage a habit
Nigga I done had it, been across the atlas
Been back and even bent backwards
Now I got it mastered, for ten-thousand hours
And every minute after, it's another chapter
Forty seven laws of power over, two-hundred-fifty-thousand albums sold worldwide
And this ain't even half the potential I possess