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

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

[Verse:] My man Dirty had to boot it Just to put me in my right mind I rhyme stoned, drop j**els and bright lines Siked dimes a slice, closed eyes I'm sliced so by, why you ain't to go That given thrown so by Laugh it out by the pole light Show Shorty to the back room Place your race she acting like a vacuum Showed her to the door before the afternoon She fell hard on the floor So you know that she'll be back soon Fake MC get their raps wrong Young villans up upon a track And the track doom, click clack boom Ressurect and boom back from the tomb Drags dope like crack in cocoons Back in this move, back on the move It's the motherf**ing real, n***a, chill, act cool Pay respect to the cat drew And I'm way too blessed To be dough with shots, that's true [Interlude:] Big ups, Brooklyn, home of the realest Big ups, Brooklyn, home of the realer I'm trying to find my own lane In this freeway life Just remember homeboy It ain't no free way to life My n***a has gone haas Tryin' not to lose his soul 'Til the rims holes are gone 'Cause once the devil drive on That n***a ain't letting go And I'm far from religious I just know right and wrong I know how to write these songs I know how to light these bongs I know how to rip thongs And I'm pretty good and being bald n***a, I'm so crazy, n***a I'm loco gased up Like Scirocco pressed the pedal to the floor But you out the door b**h loved it in here, no more 'Cause I weave low, faking in a Louie bag Weap chick I tried to back, 'cause she had the nerve To turn me down, heard the song and turned around Now she want me to enter her pants But I'm gone b**h, missed your chance Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realer Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realer [Verse:] I got sick in cla** started making cla**ics Now all I really do is get the gra** lit and, bus a**es I'm sure they'll blow like bust acid Puff acids, like Mav' chuchu Maverick And I'm average above average on an average day Doing bad sh** but you still can't pa** this And his teacher still pa** him Though they adolescence, they be having rapping secession's over adding lessons Like f** trigonometry, I'm trying to multiply Monopolies and tax the homies, then divide the cheese Divide lexus to resize the lease So my eyes could see through the ease Shown you all how about decease A part of see, after a**es like apostrophes You can't stand here unless you pay a posture fee Part of the cheese, head at the spot and leave Apologies for apology [Outro:] Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers Leaving n***as in danger Joey Bad, leaving n***as in danger