[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, yeah (Ayo)
I'm back
Big Swank White and all that (Brrr) (Bullet!)
Lotta niggas talk that talk
But very few of them can walk that walk, know what I'm saying? (Facts)
Yeah, word up
Check it out
(Badmon)
Uh, look, ayo
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Reporting live from the side where the grass greener
Do this for my niggas with dreams of pushing Benz & Beamers
Dodging government subpoenas, state tax and misdemeanors
AP got the screw face but my bitch is meaner
Pockets on Blueface, neck hitting like Chrisean Rock
'Salla ma, this deeper than rap, yo, this that fine art
Since a lil' nigga had a lion heart
Always get the lion share
Got my mind clear now I'm buying stocks
Meetings out in Bryant Park
Morgan Stanley treat me like I'm close family
I just dropped eighty in the market like I'm Kobe (Kobe)
I carried the whole team by my dolely
Nobody ever told me that the top would feel this lonely
Had to revoke my access when niggas got phony
Diversify my assets, you a one-trick pony
Since I turned eighteen, I been my own big homie
Sock you niggas in the mouth, on camera, like Mick Foley
Nigga, it's big Joey
Ask around, your bitch know me
Did a lot of shit to live this life, word to Rich Homie
Truly humbled under God, Alhamdulillah
Had to learn to run before I learned how to fly
Every New Year, we still bustin' shots at the sky
Took a nigga out the hood, but not the hood out a nigga
All my life, I been surrounded by some stone cold killers
Still niggas are drug dealers
You ain't got to understand this shit, but you got to feel us
I'm back on my bullshit like Mike in '95
So I'm fly, you couldn't reach these heights unless you find God
Inshallah, I just Mase a lot, now I'm on the clock
Had influence way before TikTok, been one to watch
They think I lost the plot, I think they must forgot
How I got this spot, bitch, I'm solid as a cinderblock
I had to take a minute to live a little and laugh a lot
Through the pain, came back strong from the battles I fought
Plus, it made me sharper, I never been one to fold or rot
JBA, just be authentic, can't be something I'm not
I'm aiming for the top, taking every shot
If it came to beef, I'll be stirring the pot and serving it hot
Never lost the hunger, I just got a different appetite, I'm dishin'
Humble pie to you niggas who want to grab a slice, look
I got bragging rights and live a lavish life, I had to sacrifice
They want the full experience at half the price
They some parasites, I knew I always had the sight
They couldn't see these heights if they had a satellite
Shine bright like it's my God given right
I raised the frequency and now they see me in a different light
Yeah
[Intermission: Joey Bada$$]
(Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk?)
Know I'm saying? Straight like that (Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawks)
I'm back (If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's an art)
Yeah, we still on that (Real raw movie, turnin' bodies into –)
Swank White and all that (? gon' talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk?)
Let that bitch breathe, man (Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawks)
Real rap, real rap shit (If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's an art)
But it's still like high art, you know I'm saying? Fine art (Real raw movie, turnin' bodies into chalk)
Yeah
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, hell, Michelle
We can go to war, shell for shell
Fly God, they crucified me, nail by nail
And came back like it never left
Dior when I resurrect, me and Slick can go neck for neck
I been the illest if you think about it
After a drill, we don't speak about it
Chanel Moccasins bloody while you beg God for oxygen
I was on your opposite, Givenchy ski mask with the Glock tip
Just fucked a bitch out in Prague, I got options
Red tops, blue tops, green, I got options
Came through bang-bang gang like Juice Robinson
Told my fate kiss my pinky ring, I'm the oppilate
If this phone ring, right here, you know the coppies in
Every time you try to whip it back, you incompetent
I be in a ten bedroom where the mountains at
I done had niggas tied out where the ounces at
Flee two mil, war red, where the fountain at?
Money machine broke, who the fuck counting that?
[Outro: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, yeah (Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk?)
(Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawks)
We still on that shit, nigga (If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's an art)
All 2025, we all the way live, we still on that (Real raw movie, turnin' bodies into –)
(Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk?)
(Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawks)
(If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's an art)
(Real raw movie, turnin' bodies into –)
