Yo Ayo my cup overflowing, peep the drip I got the juice now, your bitch running, take a sip You keep thinking that I ain't legit, my crips'll straight run in your shit Gun bust your lip, now you're really bloody Shit get really ugly, niggas hate me but the hood love me I'm good money, if niggas ever try to move on me I'm finger fucking the .9, my gun is too horny When it's that time, I ain't sending no warning I'm back, I'm better than I ever been I took five years off, still somehow I'm relevant Trust, these niggas don't wanna see me in my element And trust every room I'm stepping in I'm the elephant Kill em all - effortless, call this shit Hood Elegance Sophisticated ignorance, I ain't got good etiquette Way your nigga hit that switch, it's kinda medicine Let me have to light you niggas up like Con Edison Hit a nigga quick with a dose of his own medicine Hit you from afar, up close just like a relative Y'all niggas better stay woke, stay off the sedatives I'm known to go right at your throat, skip all that extra shit Nigga Funk Flex Bada$$, what's next? Joey coming like that Like that Yo, uh Life's sweet, it got all these niggas sour-faced From corner suites or court side seats, we making power plays I could give a fuck 'bout a label, we do it our way Every day I celebrate life like it's a holiday Condo on the water, having convos with my lawyer I give these niggas something to watch like Tom Warner I'm from the blocks where death is right around the corner We used to hop turnstyles, now we living broader Hopping over borders, still making time to see my daughter I'm paid in full like Alpo and Rich Porter My stacks rise, all my checks at least a quarter I'm feeling baptised with my neck all in this water Vision clear through my Cartiers, jet with a sommelier Empty space in my garage, prolly park a 'Rari there next year Every day, another cheque clear while they all stare Yeah Hehehe, yeah We here Look, hold on Lemme talk Uh Paint my thoughts on the 'maginary canvas I take no loss, I can't give these niggas chances I put my all in each and every single stanza I do it for the -, they just do it for the camera I don't need no fame or no glamour I just need some money in the bank and my hammers House in the Hamptons, a mansion in Miami Palace for my legacy, I can't forget my family First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy Give it all I got, yuh, I don't need no plan B I be with them shottas, we been on the kill-spree You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me They be like "Chill B", I be like "Fuck that Tell them that they feel me, don't call it a comeback" Hit em with the punchline, call it Lyrical Combat When I drop the album, that's when I kill em on contact Hit em with the compact .40 on me, homie you might really wanna clam that Ops get smoked like the bomb pack Watch me like Comcast, y'all can see the contrast Niggas put their souls in they motherfucking contract We ain't even on that, we don't even condone that Bitch I had to own that, tell em switch up the format Flow way needed in that in that gentlemen coat, now Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas "Hold that" Uh Joey Bada$$ is here, bruh Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo-hoo, whoo You see us