Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Freestyle #003 on Funk Flex lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada$$] Third time's a charm Funk Flex drop the bombs We about to hit them with the harm, so stay calm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, is this New York? Is this NYC? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Skinny n***a with the fat wallet First cla** seats right behind the pilot O.N.I.F.C, f**ing living lavish I've been getting stylish I'm just being modest f**ing up the commas f** reading comments You would know whats real if you was really conscious Substantial content in anything i'm dropping And the flows i'm kicking, k-k-karate chop 'em Back to the topic Going so hard with no plans of stopping Yeah, looking so strong, got a whole lot of options Hair growing so long, covering up my optics And this is coming from the top, though i came from the bottom With enough fire in my heart to move a whole mountain And i sip the youth from the f**ing fountain Won't stop 'till my name what they shoutin' Overseas and the money i'm countin' So just chill, i breeze Just trynna fight the good fight The Devil is alive, walk with him on good nights Channeling my higher self at this time I'm leveling with the top spot cause it's mine Ever been high before it must be Just me, nobody but the world above me And I could give a f** how the world could judge me Cause if I die today I bet they all would love me God forbid Knock on wood Twist fingers in the air, n***a rep your hood Tell my n***a's still bang, you up to no good Cause ain't sh** changed, we misunderstood Taking shots to the brain, leave you dead where you stood Probably hidden the remains, dead bodies in the woods And that's just how the world revolve Is it love or evil of the evil of love, tell me lord [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] I said first cla** seaters Chillin with my feet up These b**hes just keep ID's up These n***as just wanna be us You see us, it's obvious We moving like mafias Heard they wanted a verse with a hearse with my fee is Told mama that I'll feed us I ode as your fetus Birth of the true leader, they can never defeat us No time for non-believers, they ain't worth our ether Remember my school teachers never had faith neither Now i'm at the Ivy Leagues as a big time speaker I just got my new advance, i'm 'bout to park my jeep up So keep up if you can I'm the man, understand Got the motherf**ing world in the palm of my hand Drop a bomb on a man, but never harming my man And if it's tucked in my pants, it's all according to plan Never missed me with the patience, my timing will win They in a sticky situation now, call in the jam [Interlude: Joey Bada$$] Hold on, hold up, hold up, hold up I think i got another one [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] I come off the top, yes it's the golden child The Brooklyn son, i'm moving, this is so wild And i got the style, yes, this is freestyle Funk Flex you might as well drop that bomb now, cause i'm Going in, it's no signs of stopping Anytime we going in, trust me we 'gon win We never taking a loss And thats of course Because we just gotta floss and we keep it lit, i said [Interlude: Joey Bada$$] Hold up, hold up, let me catch the beat right Hold up, hold up, let me catch the beat right Yeah, yeah, said let me catch the beat right Okay, yeah, okay [Verse 4: Joey Bada$$] Now we 'gon see who get the last laugh Funny, cause these n***as always tripping off the gas Think this sh** a joke 'till somebody gets choked Smoked, for the very words that they spoke Listen here though It's getting near close 'Bout to blow your brains to your f**ing earlobes With this one The kid been gone for a while, they missed him Patient with the shot when i blast off, won't miss him My last victim went missin' f** sneak dissin' I hit 'em off from a distane Another check off of my hitlist, f** a witness Think all of you'd eventually get this You dismissed Done now, finito Talking like you lethal but we simply don't belive you Nobody wants to be you If your life was a movie, wouldn't even watch the preview I guarantee it won't be no sequel When we see you, we'll probably leave you see through You talk guns cause you need those Everything is done to the Max no Keeble Circle tighter than Speedo, I'm the Don like Cheadle I can spit the old bars off the top and still defeat you I make these rap airways stone hard to breathe through Took a student in the game just to come and teach you n***as