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

Ft: Joey BADA$$ Produced By: Kirk Knight PYONG! 8 FollowShareActivity 6 viewing [Produced by: Kirk Knight] [Intro] Get on your feet and testify Lift your voice up to the sky [Refrain 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah get the, get the Yeah, yeah, yeah get the Yeah, yeah, yeah get the [Hook 1] Put your motherf**in' hands in the air Or you gon' need a halo, I'm a mothaf**in' slayer This ain't no game, I'm not no player n***a tryna find his way and then he bringing pain You better know we major [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] I'm on this water heavy, what's a little gold in a pager Wrestle with these words a young Mick Foley All I see is AC Slater These n***as jaded, ‘bout to set it off, I be like Jada Still on the block it feel like Jenga how it tumble down Hands shaking like a Rumble, pack up we humble now Buzzing how we bumble now Leaving n***as puzzled, do the right thing and they buggin' out Know the freedom stop for nothing, tell ‘em n***as stop the frontin' Roll in front, so if you ever see teardrop you better know we choppin' onions I'm spitting yellow bricks, we rarely stop for munchkins That's why I do not f** with customs, I'm unaccustomed to these costumes Know that if you cross the free it just might cost you I'm not a doctor or Kevin Costner The way I'm dancing with these wolves, I pray I never lost her Step, I keep it steppin' n***a that's a bet [Refrain 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Relax and take notes, relax and take notes, notes, notes, notes [Hook 2: Mick Jenkins] Put your motherf**in' hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care I'm just showin' love to my mothaf**in' people You can tell your mans we ain't going no where Now keep your motherf**in' hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care I'm just showin' love to my mothaf**in' people You can tell your mans we ain't going no where [Refrain 1] [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] Jerome in the mothaf**in' house now Let a loafer steppin', n***as better watch they mouth now Leaving loaded lessons, pray for blessings when the doubts ‘round Thousand Island stretchin', I ain't stressin' no salad I'm in this water where the sharks be Coming for the same place your thoughts be Artsy, dirty mouth, I never do the flossing Hardly, stuntin' on the n***as that's frontin' I know they do not want it, I run over n***as that's punnin' No I ain't tryna kick it, I'm cookin' no bun in the oven I need it on the stove, push it to the people off a cottage grove Pot of gold, flooded more than Hollygrove Mothaf**in' Hollywood, never take a holiday I'm spotting foes everywhere, know that I get very rare Faced the God, what's up Based God? I'm pacing hot, tracing opps Know your enemy, patrol your energy Don't slip with n***as that pretend to be Only kin of me can call me blood Even a friendly can see the love We do it for the free and keep it up Tell your n***as they can keep the hate Tell my friends I appreciate, the value never depreciate [Refrain 3: Joey Bada$$] This for my n***as, who be chillin' with them k**ers in the wild We gettin' high ‘til we bug the f** out It's been a minute, I've been chillin' on ya pal, right, right Until my crooks from Chi-town all the way to Flatbush We get wild if you give us that look Hit you with the follow up and the right hook, right , right [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] Put your f**ing hands up in the air Or you gon' have to lay low when I motherf**ing spray you This ain't no game like Sega, don't be a hero I'm with my good fellas and we ‘bout to rob Dinero Give me the pesos, give me the Euros, give me the dollars Give me the say so if these n***as want the drama If I call my partners up, body bags is popping up Keep popping sh**, we pop the trunk, make you n***as popular Hit him between his oculars, what the f** is popping, cuz? Super Saiyan like I opened forty-seven chakras up p**y hoes we knocking up, these hoes keep stocking up As long as I'm rhyming I'm Ben Wallace on your wallets, uh My true shottas go blocka, blocka Soul shocking with the fire, probably light your block up Stop your blood clot crying, the p**y boy there dying It's a cold, cold world, I think these n***as need the iron like "blaow" [Bridge: Joey Bada$$] How you like me now? Its the mothaf**in' Brooklyn king of them now n***a's jocking my style, I been all on the road I been checkin' out the shows, I been f**in' your hoes, like blap How you like me now? Its the mothaf**in' Brooklyn king of them now n***a's jocking my style, I been all on the road I been checkin' out the shows, I been f**in' your hoes [Refrain 3: Joey Bada$$]