Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Connected lyrics

Ayo in the same city B.I.G screen Chasing paper the same color as the c's team No matter where I'm at on the map I bleed green Whole clique got dry skin we need cream Was on them streets eager to make the gatts warmer They told me I'd be much better as a rap performer Getting hype on them tracks than on them crack corners Because cops will put mics on your back on rat on ya Getting your weight up feens you slinging d**h too No you getting your weight you in the rec room Hitting them sets wishing that you could jet soon May come around you ain't going home till next June Go ahead keep scrambling for pennies Imma do this rap till they hand over the benji's Enough talk about you handling a semi We know ain't no tucking them hammer in them skinnys Push! Don't ask me both no rappers Cus I don't know no rappers All these live n***as with me about they business n***a no actor's We ghost busters soul snatchers Put cheese on yo ham motherf**er yeah gold packets Got bad table manners wave toast at ya f** etiquette when it's predicate Get resident evil for dead presidents People gloves on lover letter my eagle And I can make the pelican fly I'm text my people I still got the work you want it come Holla fam I'm talking coke prices the port as hot as gram You can get it by the gram still getting blow off Till static call me to the studio to show off Yo easy this is easy money Wais P Imma k** these birds f** if they call P.E.T.A on me Call P.E.T.A matter of fact call the animal shelter cuz I'm using full length minks in the winter for shelter You ain't get the memo I put holes in your lemo Or you can pay what you owe and I put holes in your memo Wais P the pimp ya'lls n***as is trash receptacle rapping garbagé Chain swing wrist dancing when the light shine pinky ring in talking with my hands like It's f** time Watching she buy a pimp a house sh** she gonna blow me anyways m Ight as well put her money where her mouth is ha Ten thousand on the outfit two hundred on the car I ain't a fraud come check ma garage I'm living large I ain't got lie to rap hard I just live my like then I put it bars Musical ma**age menagerie fanatically giving you my reality And I ‘all never lose battery b**h Joey Bada$$ Ooh you gotta see him from blue collar season Now he done blew and he at the coliseum n***as wanna be him among supreme beings Want a box last summer now n***as wana be him That's progress but the bmf process in not census Everything not cents Tell di bwoy dem dem can't contest I'm I'll behind the bars you don't know what's on the card chest Don't need to take no shots to k** A inner city n***a who faking his spot Tell the truth these n***as is just chasing twat I rise to the top like jamaican locks Let the hating stop they can never do that Young prodigy came back to show you how to do rap