[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
(Kirk on the beat)
These niggas must've forgot, man
Ayo, y'all nigga must've forgot, man (New York City)
Ha
Y'all niggas done fucked up now, man (You are now rockin')
Know I'm sayin', are you stupid, are you dumb? (With Joey Bada$$)
Y'all niggas thought this was, man? (Yeah)
Nigga, fuck a 20v1, nigga, I take anybody (Ayo)
Take all y'all niggas, man (Grr)
Y'all niggas want? (Badmon)
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Look, your days is numbered like days of summer (Uh-huh)
Rain or shine, I'ma bring that thunder
You talkin' like I can't see light, yeah, okay
The question is it, me v. you or you v. Ray?
Either way these L's gettin' passed out
Lights off, when I black out
Swervin' in the lane with me, better crash out
You niggas light weight, I swear I ain't evеn maxed out
No matter what stage thеy put you on, you still assed out (Ha-ha)
Your thirst for attention is sad
Nothing you could say could take away that sus shit you said on VLAD (Ayo)
I would say, I'ma get on your ass, but you might like that (Ayo)
I'm smokin' all you niggas in the blunt, this the 'Lyt pack
The irony for months, they told Joey to fight back
Now, every punch line, they need a crutch and a ice pack
I'm silly with the upper cuts, theres video proof (Facts)
Fuck y'all niggas still tweetin' for? Get in the booth
I'm really the truth, got better off callin' a truce
Better yet, get the general, I'm killing his troops (Grrt)
I put the last nigga in a body bag
Now I just spun back to get his dog tag (Grrt)
Thought I told y'all, niggas ain't fuckin' with me, rhyme for rhyme
They ain't war ready, they more ready for Comic-Con (Haha)
Who want it with the rap phenomenon? Take a number, fall in line
I'ma get through the day fast like Ramadan
I'm the real bogeyman, y'all niggas should be afraid
Fuck takin' y'all so long? You niggas seven days
All 'em shots y'all took and I ain't even get grazed
Sonnin' y'all, Kanan ain't the only thing gettin' raised
Triple entendre, don't even ask me how I packed him out
Punch lines pack a Pacquiao (Boom-bow)
Tell 'em real bars is back in style (Bang)
And y'all niggas gettin' smoked like Black & Milds, chill
I heard the streets call you "Quill"
No wonder why your feathers ruffle
Bird nigga teach a man to scuffle (Teach 'em)
I'm a gladiator, word to Russel
Flexing on you niggas and I ain't even had to move had to move a single—
The kid from West Brook' got the whole West cooked (Uh-huh)
They jabs weak now, heard they workin' on they best hook (Uh-huh)
Look, Ray Vaughn was so last week
Now, I'm hearing shit about some nigga named "Ass Cheek"
Who wanna be the next victim?
How many Top Dawgs will it take to sick 'em? (I'm sick)
Tryna take a bite out the apple, it's just forbidden (Ha)
I'ma break them down 'til the atom, this split 'em, when I hit 'em
With the finisher, eyes on the prize, hand on my fire, don't make me pull it sir
Better be wise
'Cause if it would occur, I'm dottin' T's and cross your I's like Whitaker
The plot is now thicker than Vivica Fox is (Uh-huh)
I'm killin' ya, really the villain, I'm back and restoring the feeling
Y'all niggas is really the fillings
Nothin' but my childrens, these flows could break ceilings, knock buildings down
Told y'all niggas "I'm back," I know you feel it now
And that was cute making it seem like you predicted my bars
When in reality you heard my freestyle since March
I'm calling your bluff, you wanna see me 'cause you runnin' from Lux
[Verse 2: Loaded Lux, Joey Bada$$ & Both]
When niggas who say they want power, ghost the script (That's right)
Post the the battle, you don't commit
But what I can do is put it on wax, you know it's lit, hold up, nigga
This bitch skateboardin' and doing tricks (Uh-huh)
Oh, I'm a shoo-in, I was just at Jordan with the kickflips (Nigga)
What we doing? East to the West, that's crossroads for you and never we intersect (Woo)
Line for line and hashtag it (Uh-huh)
This ain't 'bout good kids or badasses (Damn)
It's when punks who talk like they want it, don't have at its
It's for the palace, pour the chalice, I'm a king, you a challenger
This light work and my aura on Aurora Borealis
Ignore the challenge, hype me up, nigga, I want all the value
Cut it out, 'cause for the record we ain't talking songs and albums or performing ballads just [?]
Or rhetorical talent, get swiped, at me, ain't valid
Can't chase 'em, so bank on 'em to come and get that check
Then he puts it all in the balance to fall over flat
Tried to climb the mountain and he broke his back
LA strips, players and six-fours with [lift?] chambers, how you switch up?
You ain't hit us like mama, the whips raised in
My slip hangin' a [?], [Raymon?] the kitchen, don't miss
Thing in position, her kid came in here sniffing, I'm cookin though
This troll nigga fakin, making window shop payments
I'm serious, I'm a mannequin show 'em, displaying
And he gon catch a fit he can't hang with
Tee Grizzley, I'm big gaming, the Knicks head coach, I'm putting pain in
You been on the ropes (Woo)
That's why you wear that ski mask, careers on a slope (Huh)
Your shit playin' freeze tag, you been going for broke
End game, Joey out here lightin' you up
Niggas playin' with your name
I'm just sayin'
[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
Shit, they thought it was a game, man
Shit, catch me court side, Knicks game, man
Huh, I ain't playin', man (Ha)
Yeah, that's right, look (That's right)
[Outro: Joey Bada$$]
This the home of the 9/11, the place of a lost choppers (Yeah)
We still bangin', nigga, we ain't never lost power
You now fuckin' with the BK Batman, Harlem assasain
Line 'em up, we toe-tagging, nigga
Uh, welcome to New York City (Yeah)
Yeah, welcome to New York City (Yeah)
Uh, I'm from New York City
That's right, I'm from New York City, nigga
Uh (This what New York City sound like)
Respect that ho
Yeah, really like that
I'm really like that (Facts)
Fuck you niggas thought, man?
(Man, the Harlem assassin)
What happenin'?
From the birthplace of Michael Jordan
The home of Biggie Smalls, nigga
The home of H-O-V, nigga
Stain Wayne
Find somethin' safe to play with, this ain't a game
(Kirk on the beat)
