FromdaTomb$ - Joey Bada$$/Chuck Strangers.mp3

[00:00.09](Go Brooklyn)
[00:03.48]Said what it's like?
[00:05.83]Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
[00:08.10]Leave dumbass niggas endangered
[00:10.56]It's the real, yo what's the word word?
[00:15.72]Pass the herbs
[00:17.74]Check
[00:20.18]My man Dirty had the buddha just to put me in my right mind
[00:23.50]I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines
[00:25.94]Sight dimes wit' slight closed eyes, I'm slight soba
[00:28.35]Ma you ain't that girl at giving throat so bye
[00:30.70]F it I'm bi-po-la, took shorty to the backroom
[00:33.28]Play charades, she actin like a vacuum
[00:36.26]Showed her to the door before the afternoon
[00:38.30]She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon
[00:41.45]Fake MC's get their reps ruined
[00:43.75]Young villain hop up on the track then the track doomed
[00:46.36]Click-clack-boom, resurrecting Boom-Bap from the tombs
[00:49.16]Raps crack like crack in c*****e stashes
[00:51.03]Back in this mood, back on the move
[00:53.71]It's the mother****ing real, shit chill act cool
[00:56.29]Pay respect to the cat Drew
[00:58.59]And I'm way too blessed to be throwing shots at you
[01:01.82]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
[01:06.87]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[01:12.04]I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life
[01:14.07]Just remember home boy there ain't no free way to life
[01:16.58]My nigga it's gon cost you, try not to lose your soul
[01:19.78]To the rims, hoes, and gold
[01:21.60]'Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain't letting go
[01:24.28]And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong
[01:26.87]I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs
[01:29.40]I know how to rip thongs and I'm pretty good at beer pong
[01:32.46]Niggas, I'm so crazy, nigga I'm loco
[01:35.24]Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor
[01:37.77]Niggas we out the door, Vroom vroom skuuurrt
[01:40.02]**** love don't live here no more
[01:42.15]Cause her weave look faker than her Louie bag
[01:45.82]Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down
[01:47.65]Heard this song and turned around
[01:49.20]Now she want me to unzip her pants
[01:51.16]But I'm gone, b***h missed her chance
[01:53.12]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
[01:58.09]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[02:03.13]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
[02:08.46]Big ups to Brooklyn, (Check)home of the era
[02:12.85]I got sick of class, started making classics
[02:15.96]Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses
[02:18.62]I'm sure to blow like bust acid
[02:21.02]Puff, assist like Maravich, a true Maverick
[02:23.52]And I average above average on an average day
[02:25.64]Doing bad b***h bet you still can’t pass this
[02:28.69]And his teacher still pass him
[02:30.55]Though they adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons
[02:33.92]Like ****ing trigonometry, I’m trying to multiply monopolies
[02:36.42]Subtract some homies then divide the cheese
[02:38.83]Divide legs just to isosceles so my eyes can see through the E
[02:42.22]Shit on you hypotheses
[02:43.66]Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes
[02:46.14]You can’t stand here unless you pay a posture fee
[02:48.97]Part the cheese, head out the spot and leave
[02:51.36]A pile of G's for apology
[02:53.74]Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
[02:59.57]Leavin' dumbass niggas endangered
[03:04.54]Danger, danger
[03:09.51]Joey Bad leavin’ dumbass niggas in danger...
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