My YoutJoey Bada$$

[Produced by Chuck Strangers]

[Intro]
Badman Ting

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Uh, just put it in the air
Light that loud and watch disappear here
Thoughts at the speed of light years, I could see the light
Yeah, this the right year made the flow, yeah
Clear and easy to steer in the space and time erasing fine
Amazing in the maze of clichés
Each day weighs out enlightenment
Niggas blacked out 'cause I got ultra violent
Now my wave lengths to the radio waves
Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change
My patio the same, but I ain't even got to tell them that
Poppy leave them dimes at my welcome mat
Get high as heavens, hope he'll never come back
I'm like 5'11, but have angelic contact
The devil jealous in fact, 'cause I rebel the spells
With a letter to God, I swear you know me so well
This one time, I said, "Lord, would you help?"
Some short time after, see my music on the shelf
And of course, I gotta thank myself
My wealth is in my happiness and mind
And not my pocket health in its ashes
If you don't even think sometimes
If its passion let relationships synchronize
Drowning inside her, true eyes is to the higher
I don't drink too much, I know the bud wiser
It's the livest one, Bedford-Stuyvesant

[Chorus: Collie Buddz]
Yo dogs, I got the loud
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky high, my sky high
Ay, sky high, sky high
Yo dogs, I got the loud
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky high, my sky high
Ay, sky high, sky high

[Verse 2 Joey Bada$$]
Uh, one hand on the mac, one hand on my sac
I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it back?
But I gotta hand it to myself, I’m handling rap
Handsome versing that’s like hand-in-hand combat
Rehearsing, I got eight arms, nigga
Disarm your favorite rapper, he won’t come back
Made flex drop eight times, nigga
On contact, rewind that like eight times
Got to keep it G, this for my masons
Figure it out, eight times, the average amount
I may sign which I don’t like lime light but I’ll shine witcha
Bitch, I gotta eat, I might dine witcha
Yeah, I got bars but I’m like Akon witcha
Convict music for real, this industry give me chills
'Cause in the streets I’m chill but still heating up for a mill
I’m like so real, life is so surreal
Sosa really got sealed for the way he revealed
Taking hold of pitchforks still, but I will never yield
In this pitchfork hold thinking I gotta appeal
'Cause I'm thinking like a deal could get me living swell for real
But if I skyfall, thinking ideal

[Chorus: Collie Buddz]
Yo dogs, I got the loud
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky high, my sky high
Ay, sky high, sky high
Yo dogs, I got the loud
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky high, my sky high
Ay, sky high, sky high

[Verse 3: Collie Buddz]
Selling LPs and CDs
Grassroots with grassroots, seeds on [civis?]
Five finger discount weed leaves,
Exceptionally speaking determination
Breeds success and proceeds,
Feds want the photos and IDs
Into them blood like IVs
Cause every youth
Want the newest Nikes
Straight jeans and white tees
But these things will get pricey

[Outro: Joey Bada$$]
And I'm gone, hitting knowledge
And I'm hitting the strong
I've been hurting way too long
And I can't wait too long
And I'm gone, hitting knowledge
As I'm hitting the strong,
I've been hurting way too long
I can't wait too long
I've been hurting way too long
I can't wait too long