Norwegian Breakfast Joey Bada$$

[Intro]
Yeah
One time
Shout out my nigga Bagir on this one
Oh I'm sorry, my negus Bagir on this one
Uh

[Verse 1]
If you could see the world through my corneas
The corner of my eye, I block out the erroneous
Sometimes I wish they made these contacts with euphoria
Then maybe I could bear to open my eyelids more accordingly
Underage kids pour Georgi Porgi
And get grooved up til four in the morning
With four tenderonis off one orgy
At the crack of dawn, get the crack at the Don Corleone
And I'm feeling like I got it made man
They smell the bait all on me and ask "what you made man?"
But that don't really count if you ain't saving
They enslaving my people straight to the grave and
Minimum wage at war, ask what we fighting for
Need more oil? Sure of course
Just grab a piece of the pie, three-point-one-four
159 lives hit the floor and break celestial walls
Per second
And these niggas think it's rap that got me stressing
It's about to be a wrap when I pick the Smith and Wesson up
Cause these words ain't enough to be defending us