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Joey Bada$$ & Pusha T
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[Joey Bada$$] Y'all ready, y'all ready, right? This still got me a lil' confused, you know what I mean? Y'all ready, right? Yeah Okay, yeah (Back up, back up) Been in my mind lately, hah, been in my mind (Yeah) Yeah, harder to find lately (Yeah, y'all better get ready) Yeah [Joey Bada$$] Wrote this accompanied by a lil' reefer My Beats pill speaker (Yeah) And my two hundred milliliter Hennessey I hit your lil' chica, told that bitch to ven aquí Then proceed to bend the knees (Yeah) I been a G livin' life the way I please Came from the middle of the East like I'm Lebanese Bottom line, these MCs lobotomized a thousand times If we talkin' 'bout their rhyme for rhyme (Yeah) My stats combined got stocks and bonds Multiply my worth ten times, by twenty-nine, nigga I ain't lyin', I'm already on my seventh figure But I got other things on my mind that's much bigger (Yeah) Like bein' the voice to this voiceless generation And fill the void (Right), I can't avoid this temptation When I exploit, I explode off, detonation Push my buttons and I go off with no explanation (Haha) Been in my mind lately, yeah, been in my mind So harder to find lately, harder to find You best keep runnin', the brother on me back But I just keep comin' (Yeah), niggas on the Act' And they just beef runnin' (Push), hit you in them tracks But it all means nothin' (Yeugh), nothin', nothin' [Pusha T] Cold cases, murder niggas on a daily basis Luminol flow, no traces I am the blacklight, my whole career off of crack, right? Olympic divin' in this money, watch me jackknife My rap life ain't like yours I'm really goin' home to five stories and bright walls Tied James Paytons, he said he got my one-of-ones waitin' Why y'all thinkin' James Evans Jr.? Four and a half karats of tumor At Nick Bhindi like Slick Rick the Ruler Say less about your jewelers You overpaid for it while bae ignore it Your shit is just made for TV, thank Draya for it VIP sections can't be recorded You might catch a housewife Where niggas pay 'em like they weigh and drop it outright Get your count right, we can talk numbers Single file, add up my digits 'til next summer, niggas [Joey Bada$$] I'm like the Wizard of Oz, on the yellow brick road (Right) Ride slow with the iron, man (What else?) New flows for your dome right out the fryin' pan (Right) Got that free smoke, you inhale through your diaphragm I'm eatin' now, had to change up my diet plan (Yeah) Never lyin', I am lion fang Comin' for the biggest cats in the food chain Kill 'em all, the only thing left the fools chain And who to blame? Is it written raps or ancient artifacts? (Yeah) And niggas rippin' tracks and spittin' all the facts Drippin' out my cardiac, arrest is not needed to my body flat Nah, killin' shows, stackin' bodybags Catch you where the zombies at Underground kings, niggas honor that My forward-thinkin' make 'em all rewind it back (Yeah) Way ahead of my time, I surpass niggas This a daily reminder that I am that nigga Badmon ting (Stupid, stupid, stupid) Been in my mind lately, yeah, been in my mind So harder to find lately, harder to find You best keep runnin', the brother on me back But I just keep comin', niggas on the Act' And they just beef runnin', hit you in them tracks But it all means nothin', nothin', nothin'
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