FromdaTomb

Joey Bada$$

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    My man Dirty had to boot it
    Just to put me in my right mind
    I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines
    Siked dimes a slice, closed eyes
    I'm sliced so by, why you ain't to go
    That given thrown so by
    Laugh it out by the pole light
    Show Shorty to the back room
    Place your race she acting like a vacuum
    Showed her to the door before the afternoon
    She fell hard on the floor
    So you know that she'll be back soon
    Fake MC get their raps wrong
    Young villans up upon a track
    And the track doom, click clack boom
    Ressurect and boom back from the tomb
    Drags dope like crack in cocoons
    Back in this move, back on the move
    It's the motherfucking real, nigga, chill, act cool
    Pay respect to the cat drew
    And I'm way too blessed
    To be dough with shots, that's true

    Big ups, Brooklyn, home of the realest
    Big ups, Brooklyn, home of the realer

    I'm trying to find my own lane
    In this freeway life
    Just remember homeboy
    It ain't no free way to life
    My nigga has gone haas
    Tryin' not to lose his soul
    'Til the rims holes are gone
    'Cause once the devil drive on
    That nigga ain't letting go
    And I'm far from religious
    I just know right and wrong
    I know how to write these songs
    I know how to light these bongs
    I know how to rip thongs
    And I'm pretty good and being bald
    Nigga, I'm so crazy, Nigga I'm loco gased up
    Like Scirocco pressed the pedal to the floor
    But you out the door
    Bitch loved it in here, no more
    'Cause I weave low, faking in a Louie bag
    Weap chick I tried to back, 'cause she had the nerve
    To turn me down, heard the song and turned around
    Now she want me to enter her pants
    But I'm gone bitch, missed your chance

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    Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
    Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realer
    Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
    Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realer

    I got sick in class started making classics
    Now all I really do is get the grass lit and, bus asses
    I'm sure they'll blow like bust acid
    Puff acids, like Mav' chuchu Maverick
    And I'm average above average on an average day
    Doing bad shit but you still can't pass this
    And his teacher still pass him
    Though they adolescence, they be having rapping secession's over adding lessons
    Like fuck trigonometry, I'm trying to multiply
    Monopolies and tax the homies, then divide the cheese
    Divide lexus to resize the lease
    So my eyes could see through the ease
    Shown you all how about decease
    A part of see, after asses like apostrophes
    You can't stand here unless you pay a posture fee
    Part of the cheese, head at the spot and leave
    Apologies for apology

    Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
    Leaving niggas in danger
    Joey Bad, leaving niggas in danger

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