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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Songwriter
Levar Coppin
Levar Coppin
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Reid Anderson
Reid Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean C & LV
Sean C & LV
Producer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Blake Mares
Blake Mares
Recording Engineer
IRKO
IRKO
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Juan Peña
Juan Peña
Recording Engineer
Nate Eaton
Nate Eaton
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Y'all ready, y'all ready This shit still got me a lil' confused, you know what I mean Y'all ready, right, yeah Okay, yeah Back up, back up Been in my mind lately Been in my mind Yeah, hard to define lately Yeah Wrote this accompanied by a little reefer My Beats pill speaker And my two hunnid milliliter Hennessey I hit your lil' chica, told that bitch to ven aquí Then proceed to bend the knees I been a G, livin' life the way I please Came from the middle of the East like I'm Lebanese Bottom line, these MCs lobotomized a thousand times If we talkin' 'bout their rhyme for rhyme (yeah) My stats combined got stocks and bonds Multiply my worth ten times by 29, nigga I ain't lyin', I'm already on my seven figure But I got other things on my mind that's much bigger Like bein' the voice to this voiceless generation And fill the void, I can't avoid this temptation When I exploit, I explode off, detonation Push my buttons and I go off with no explanation Been in my mind lately Yeah, been in my mind So hard to define lately Hard to define You best keep runnin', the brother on me back But I just keep comin', niggas on the Act' And they just beef runnin', hit you in them tracks But it all means nothin', nothin', nothin' Cold cases, murder niggas on a daily basis Luminol flow, no traces I am the blacklight, my whole career off of crack, right Olympic divin' in this money, watch me jackknife My rap life ain't like yours I'm really goin' home to five stories and bright walls Tied James Paytons, he said he got my one-of-ones waitin' Why y'all thinkin' James Evans Jr. Four and a half karats of tumor At Nick Bhindi like Slick Rick the Ruler Say less about your jewelers You overpaid for it while bae ignore it Your shit is just made for TV, think grayer for it VIP sections can't be recorded You might catch a housewife Where niggas pay 'em like they weigh and drop it outright Get your count right, we can talk numbers Single file, add up my digits till next summer, niggas I'm like the Wizard of Oz, on the yellow brick road Ride slow with the iron man New flows for your dome right out the fryin' pan Got that free smoke, you inhale through your diaphragm I'm eatin' now, had to change up my diet plan Never lyin', I am lion fang Comin' for the biggest cats in the food chain Kill 'em all, the only thing left the fool's chain And who to blame Is it written raps against your artifacts And niggas rippin' tracks and spittin' all the facts Drippin' out my cardiac, arrest is not needed till my body flat Nah, killin' shows, stackin' bodybags Catch you where the zombies at Underground kings, niggas honor that My forward thinkin' make 'em all rewind it back Way ahead of my time, I surpass niggas This a daily reminder that I am that nigga Badman ting (stupid, stupid, stupid) Been in my mind lately Yeah, been in my mind So hard to define lately Hard to define You best keep runnin', the brother on me back But I just keep comin', niggas on the Act' And they just beef runnin', hit you in them tracks But it all means nothin', nothin', nothin'
Writer(s): Kaseem Dean, Terrance Thornton, Jo-vaughn Virginie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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