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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Composer

Letra

Yeah Right Yeah, yeah Yeah Badmon representing Peace to the world Peace to the earth Check it out I said, shit ain't been the same since we made Killuminati Hex across my chest see it written across my body Bury me in gold 47 karat casket Resurrect my soul come back as your favorite rapper Yo, what if I told you there was nothing to be scared of Nothing but yourself and all the lies they shared ya Look at all the lives that we lost cause we fear love To the unknown and Biggie's dream getting teared up Lack of reverence for this sacred land we stand on Its incoherent to the very things we planned Can't understand it if you never expand your Indoctrinated minds, playing possum to the times Thanking God I'm still alive Every time I open my eyes in fact I lie But lord knows I try Tell me how we gon' survive in America It's a mass terror in everything I'm telling ya Yo, it; s a genocide going on outside Homicide, suicide, choose a side You decide who stays alive, who gets crucified Who deserve to die, hope it's never mine Got my mama horrified every time I go outside I can feel her heart beat when I'm in these dark streets Yeah man I'm from Marcy, so the fact I made it here Should in fact be haunting, cause I can make it anywhere And nigga I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own My baby Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own That's right I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own My baby Said I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own To the world Yo had ties to troops in Bed Stuy Following, my heart stopped at the red light Lexus the ride then we blasting out of sight Like satellite, know a nigga stay with the dynamite Its plain in Brooklyn, don't get your chain took when you're not looking Ain't nothing worst than a Flatbush man with a gun in his hand Ready to die for rubber band filled with just a couple grand Kiss my Nanamen, how it feel Ready to kill when you still got your hands on the wheel Like I said the flow so ill, like I'm writing wills When the skills get spilled So tell me what you think you better not blink But to sink slow to your death, best to watch your step I got 'em on the edge let me tell 'em what I rep Its the Brooklyn set and I don't see no threats I don't see no threats nigga Its the best nigga, you guessed nigga Ya ya, ya ya I said I tell 'em right here I'm from Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own My baby Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own That's right I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own My baby Said I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own To the world Big up everybody out in Flatbush Big up everybody out in Brownsville Big up everybody out in Bed Stuy Big up everybody in the ground still Big up everybody in the Canarsie Big up everybody all my people out in Coney Big up everybody out in East New York Big up all my Brooklyn people all across Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own My baby Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own My baby I said I'm Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's, Brooklyn's own
Writer(s): Sydne George, Patrick Baril, Jo Vaughn Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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