Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Five Fingers of d**h (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey BADA$$] Yo, tell 'em we back in this One of a kind spirits Be remembered with the time The sky's the limit b**h I'm barely in my prime This ain't half of the vision And I'm mentally in a prison I'm a man on a mission Until I'm out of commission God my mama be trippin' Thought I'd be bringing in children Instead I brought in a million A new house and a million b**h I'm tryna raise kids and [Verse 2] I said first off I can not say this all politely f** the publications dawg They don't really like me Took me out their conversations Never did invite me And any allegations That's a lie Or unlikely true And I got way more to prove But this a statement or two To be set for such wa*ksta dudes I've been patient too Made me more ill-dope for real Name another Brooklyn cat Major without a deal [Verse 3] I desTroy Average rappers It's just practice Eat 'em up for breakfast Being savage a habit n***a I done had it Been across the atlas Been back and even bent backwards Now I got it mastered For ten-thousand hours And every minute after It's another chapter Forty seven laws of power over Two-hundred-fifty-thousand albums sold worldwide And this ain't even half the potential I possess [Verse 4] Invest while I reflect Look me in the eye b**hes I'm God in the flesh Rose and resurrected What they so-called protected Now I'm at your necklace Like a diamond feel pressure Time is so precious d**hly effervescence They told me quit reminiscing Get with the precedence So I switch it up To no style they heard before Not nostalgia heard before Ain't no challenge I'm a pro n***a [Verse 5] Yeah I've been a beast With these flows k**in' these foes Prayin' on my downfall Interrupt the rain-deer With the downpour Said something 'bout you lames When aiming down below The drama won't let up You reap what you sow (sold) Men lie women lie Numbers sure don't Got the whole beast coast coming for your skull The karma gone catch up The album sales won't Just one up My collar gon' show Hollaback when you get sixty stacks for the show Not worried about the clubs I'm worried about the love By the looks of it Y'all brothers gettin' none Brothers gettin' sonned They could use a hug I throw the direct shots Never subs Only catch L's Y'all only face dubs Now I might as well Go ahead and pull the plug On these n***as Y'all want some more [Verse 6: Joey BADA$$] There's two things in life that makes me uncomfortable When brothers too close or when they think they untouchable Talking under God like we gon' let it slide When he did more dead then you could ever do alive Now I won't even lie, can't agree with suicide But in the darkest time, there's still a brighter side He took a leap of faith and only brightened his light You took a cheap shot and hate will only shorten your life Difference between you and him is that he lives forever You'll be the first to die who nobody ever remembers Cause the city never needed you ever You committed career suicide, and made New York better I gave you one line you made a whole song Here's some more rhymes you'll be working year long Let me set the record straight from here on Whoever said Joey ain't the best, dead wrong [Verse 7: Joey BADA$$] Lil' n***a with the big money Every time you see him Couple stacks on him He was nineteen With like six-figures Could've paid tuition With tax money Did it by himself He didn't need your help f** the major labels Took my own advice What they want from me Turned down a milli Signed deez nutz up on the dotted line Won't compromise For no dollar signs Just might switch lanes For the hall of fame When it's all said and done And it's my time Every last of you lames Gon' know the name Better don't forget That slash mama In the S Recognize a n***a getting checks f**in' up the commas No sweatin' it I mean I'm even gettin' change from the president And I don't mean to flex But if I did I must admit it won't be a stretch I'm the best at this Across the atlas Top five alive You can't miss the BADA$$ Couldn't buy drinks So I bought a Rolex I took the ice I'm so blessed Need no stress Deep-throat s** In that order Y'all n***as is outdated Ain't 'bout the action You past stated Me man I'm underrated At least they never underpaid me Grossed a milli off the world tour That's on my mama Gave the world tours Said I'm plotting on the next five mil Only entertaining Six-figure deals But f** the money Need a Grammy And a big house for my whole family Won't stop 'till I run the city And every n***a know that the deal-ly is Comin' for you and all the villi-iains f** your feelings and your opin-ion Stacking millions I'm a militant Never k** me My soul is infinite