Lyrics

, yea. back in this muthafucka, reportin' live from a lyrical high, one time, yo, with not a damn thing on my mind, but this rhyme, in a matter of time, to make this whole shit allign, like i planned out, nothing in life gets handout, just stand out, ever since i had to pop my fish and panned out, pressure board 'til i'm fanned out, now we the pop off the band, so they can't keep their hands off of the man now, divide their man, give 'em that s vitamin, baby cham style, gots a trini girl to soak it up, shamwow!, damn child, you're killin 'em, fillin' 'em, drillin' 'em with serums, of pure adrenaline, high blood feelin' like the thermostat cracked left mercury spillin', your favorite rapper tryna earn stacks from nursery children, true emcees write their verse and rehearse it a million times, just for the rebirth of the feelin' prime and golden, shawty ask what i'm holdin', teasin' 'em, knowing the magnum blast squeeze magnesium, used to be mad premature now i'm at premium, from lookin' up to niggas, to lookin' up niggas meetin' 'em, meetings with 'em, give 'em a high pitch like curveballs and helium, young scorcher trying to evolve like charmeleon, million, yeah nigga, just tryna get a million, got the bomb nigga, baghdad, i'm blown away from a bad pass, walk on grass, blow skunk, ishamael so funk in the stash, my sb's, enter money i never had, i was more authentic, vaporize when i got heated, never jealous, solid as a rock n' roll full plate, no po' peddlers, just some pro fellas, who you know better? never lost my groove i don't know no stella, it's a cold world without coachella, a shady bunch, like under interscope umbrella, but that don't phase me once, people say i'm crazy but, call me young evel cause i crazy stunt, i mace these punks, drop swank like it's knowledge to ya, mr. bada$$ is the scholar's tutors, swank the lord and hallelujah, still praying to the allahs, gods and judahs, balance out my lows on the low high, niggas ain't know i sit so high, balance out my lows on the low high, i'm like a low high, yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low, leave 'em with no direction to go, yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low, direct-less indigos

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Artist: joey bada$$