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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Kirk Knight
Kirk Knight
Vocals
Meechy Darko
Meechy Darko
Vocals
Nyck Caution
Nyck Caution
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Cordasco
Jesse Cordasco
Songwriter
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Kirlan Labarrie
Kirlan Labarrie
Songwriter
Adam Pallin
Adam Pallin
Songwriter
Demetri Simms
Demetri Simms
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kirk Knight
Kirk Knight
Producer
1-900
1-900
Producer
John Gratton
John Gratton
Assistant Engineer
Jordon Silva
Jordon Silva
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nastee
Nastee
Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I was born runnin' with the baton Now I'm known as the young intellectual don Until I'm gone, where I'm from, the real don't get along With the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm You don't want none No beef could never hurt me I be on my Istanbul, they cold turkey Firstly, it's the double entendre monster Takin' haunted constant trips through your conscious So be cautious If it call for it, we leavin' corpses The causes of the coffin is the broken clauses Skeletons in my closet, tomorrow's never promised Never mind it because we immortals regardless Real G's move in silence like my designer Intertwined with the timeless, divine higher powered I was drippin' in the gold since a minor Sittin' on my throne overlookin' my empire, uh, uh Resurrection of real, you niggas fake Never second-guessin' my kill, so choose your fate 'Cause I'm born runnin' with the baton, a tickin' time bomb Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh Resurrection of real, you niggas fake Never second-guessin' my kill, so choose your fate 'Cause I'm born runnin' with the baton, a tickin' time bomb Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh [Bridge: Joey Bada$$]So keep it spinnin', disc jocker Flick the wrist, don't risk that, partner These niggas impostors, we movin' like the mobsters One false move, have 'em sleepin' with the lobsters, huh So keep it spinnin', disc jocker Flick the wrist, don't risk that, partner These niggas impostors, we movin' like the mobsters One false move, have 'em sleepin' with the... It's the ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$ Who you mad at? They ain't have to ask that Attack with the backlash, where's my cash at? Runnin' all through NASDAQ, strap in my backpack Goin' off the knack, dopeboy in the Cadilac Havin' flashbacks, wish a nigga would clap back Hit 'em with the blackjack, goin' through a stack fast I snap with the raps, I make 'em bring the whole track back Niggas get smacked with the realer When I drop, it's all killer, no feelings So you better not make a wrong move, nigga I'll personally deliver each shot that won't miss ya And when it hit ya, it's no warnin' We bombardin', me and my squadron If you want it, get your army We droppin' bombs calmly This is no party Any scraps left, we just feed 'em to the zombies Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren This is a stick-up, ocean's 47 Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren This is a stick-up, ocean's 47 Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in Ring the alarm, we ain't keepin' it calm Need a reason to see the dog, break the leash and I'm on Was hungry when I started, more ravenous as I evolve Caution hazardous, inflictin' damages, I can't recall, uh Rich in spirit when I broke some laws I'm breakin' even with my Pros against all the oddsMade my words cut deep, you gon' need some gauze And that alcohol, we only goin' bar for bar You know I blacked out, they bring the track out, I lay the smack down Remember nights on the dirty mattress in the trap house? I snap out 'em and flipped it around to where I'm at now Livin' legend, finally back up on the map now Resurrection of real, let's bring it back It ain't even about the bars, they bumpin' whatever slaps now All I hear is that ad-lib rappin' on my SoundCloud Sick of the trash out, this is the crackdown Likkle bwoy dun backshot we'll bury ya Big metal ting ya get Captain Amerikkka Beast coat regime (La Cosa Nostra) My team supreme (Fuck around and smoke ya) Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren This is a stick-up, ocean's 47 Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Writer(s): Demetri Simms, Adam B. Pallin, Jo-vaughn Virginie, Kirlan Labarrie, Jesse Cordasco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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