More songs by Joey Bada$$
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Description
Associated Performer: Joey Bada$$ & Westside Gunn
Associated Performer: Joey Bada$$
Associated Performer: Westside Gunn
Lyricist, Composer: Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Composer, Lyricist: Alvin Worthy
Composer, Lyricist: Stephan Ruggiero
Lyricist, Composer: Brenda Payton
Composer, Lyricist: Jerry Jones
Producer: Rato
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer: Ryan Kelly
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, yeah.
I'm back.
Big Swank White and all that.
Lot of niggas talk that talk, but very few of them can walk that walk, you know what I'm saying? Yeah, word up. Check it out.
Uh, look. Ayo, reporting live from the side where the grass is greener.
Do this for my niggas with dreams of pushing Benz and Beamers.
Dodging government subpoenas, state tax and misdemeanors. AP got the screw face, but my bitch is meaner.
Pockets on Blueface, neck hitting like Christian rock.
Salamat, this deeper than rap, yo, this that fine art. Since a little nigga had a lion heart.
Always get the lion's share, got my mind clear, now I'm buying stocks. Meetings out in Bryant
Park. Morgan Stanley treat me like I'm close family.
I just dropped eighty in the market like I'm Kobe. I carry the whole team by my dolly.
Nobody ever told me that the top would feel this lonely. Had to revoke my access when niggas got phony.
Diversify my assets, you a one-trick pony.
Since I turned eighteen, I been my own big homie. Sock you niggas in the mouth on camera like Mick Foley. Nigga, it's Big
Joey, ask around, your bitch know me. Did a lot of shit to live this life, word to
Rich Homie. Truly humbled under God, Alhamdulillah. Had to learn to run before
I learned to fly. Every New Year's, we still busting shots at the sky.
Took a nigga out the hood, but not the hood out a nigga.
All my life, I been surrounded by some stone-cold killers. Little niggas and drug dealers.
You ain't gotta understand this shit, but you gotta feel us. I'm back on my bullshit like Mike in '95.
I'm so fly, you couldn't reach these heights unless you find God.
Inshallah, I just made salat, now I'm on the clock.
Had influence way before TikTok, been one to watch. They think I lost the plot. I think they must forgot how I got this spot.
Bitch, I'm solid as a cinder block.
I had to take a minute to live a little and laugh a lot. Through the pain, came back strong from the battles I fought.
Pressure made me sharper, I never been one to fold or rot.
JBA, just be authentic, can't be something I'm not. I'm aiming for the top, taking every shot. If it came to beef,
I'll be stirring the pot and serving it hot.
Never lost the hunger, I just got a different appetite. I'm dishing humble pie to you niggas who wanna grab a slice.
Look, I got bragging rights and live a lavish life.
I had to sacrifice, they want the full experience at half the price.
They some parasites, I knew I always had the sights. They couldn't see these heights if they had a satellite.
Shine bright like it's my God-given right.
I raised the frequency and now they see me -in a different light, yeah.
-Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that -walk? -Know what I'm saying? Straight like that.
-Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawk. -I'm back.
If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's a art.
Yeah, we still on that, Swank White and all that.
War bond movie, turning bodies into chalk.
-Let that bitch breathe, man. Real rap.
-Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that -walk? -Real rap shit.
-Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawk.
-But it's still like high art, you know -what I'm saying? Fine art.
-If you don't get the picture, draw the -piece, it's a art. -Yeah.
War bond movie, turning bodies into chalk.
Ayo, Hail Michelle, we can go to war, shell for shell.
-Brr.
-Flygod, they crucified me, now I'm back -now. And came back like I never left. -Woo.
Dior when I resurrect. Me and Slick'll go neck for neck.
-Ah. -I been the illest if you think about it.
-After a drill, we don't speak about it. -Uh-uh.
Chanel moccasins bloody while you beg God for oxygen.
-Boom, boom, boom, boom. -I was on your opposite.
-Woo. -Givenchy ski mask with the Glock 10.
-Boom, boom, boom.
-Just fucked a bitch out in Prague, I got -options. -Woo.
Red tops, blue tops, green, I got options.
-I got options.
-Came through bang, bang, gang, like Juice -Robertson. -Boom, boom.
Told my fiend, "Kiss my pinky ring," I'm the opulent.
-Ah.
-If this phone ring right here, you know -the cop is in. -Brr.
Every time you try to whip it back, you incompetent.
-Ah.
-I be in a ten-bed room where the mountains -at. -Woo.
I done had niggas tied up where the ounces at.
-Fuck niggas up.
-Flee two mil, want red where the fountain -at. -Brr.
Money machine broke, who the fuck counting that?
Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk?
-Yeah, yeah. -Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawk.
-Yeah, we still on that shit, nigga.
-If you don't get the picture, draw the -piece, it's a art.
-2025, we all the way live, we still on -that. -War bond movie, turning bodies into chalk.
Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk?
-Hey. -Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawk.
If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's a art.
War bond movie, turning bodies into chalk
English translation
Yeah, yeah.
I'm back.
Big Swank White and all that.
Lot of niggas talk that talk, but very few of them can walk that walk, you know what I'm saying? Yeah, word up. Check it out.
Uh, look. Ayo, reporting live from the side where the grass is greener.
Do this for my niggas with dreams of pushing Benz and Beamers.
Dodging government subpoenas, state tax and misdemeanors. AP got the screw face, but my bitch is meaner.
Pockets on Blueface, neck hitting like Christian rock.
Salamat, this deeper than rap, yo, this that fine art. Since a little nigga had a lion heart.
Always get the lion's share, got my mind clear, now I'm buying stocks. Meetings out in Bryant
Park. Morgan Stanley treat me like I'm close family.
I just dropped eighty in the market like I'm Kobe. I carry the whole team by my dolly.
Nobody ever told me that the top would feel this lonely. Had to revoke my access when niggas got phony.
Diversify my assets, you a one-trick pony.
Since I turned eighteen, I been my own big homie. Sock you niggas in the mouth on camera like Mick Foley. Nigga, it's Big
Joey, ask around, your bitch know me. Did a lot of shit to live this life, word to
Rich Homie. Truly humbled under God, Alhamdulillah. Had to learn to run before
I learned to fly. Every New Year's, we still busting shots at the sky.
Took a nigga out the hood, but not the hood out a nigga.
All my life, I been surrounded by some stone-cold killers. Little niggas and drug dealers.
You ain't gotta understand this shit, but you gotta feel us. I'm back on my bullshit like Mike in '95.
I'm so fly, you couldn't reach these heights unless you find God.
Inshallah, I just made salat, now I'm on the clock.
Had influence way before TikTok, been one to watch. They think I lost the plot. I think they must forgot how I got this spot.
Bitch, I'm solid as a cinder block.
I had to take a minute to live a little and laugh a lot. Through the pain, came back strong from the battles I fought.
Pressure made me sharper, I never been one to fold or rot.
JBA, just be authentic, can't be something I'm not. I'm aiming for the top, taking every shot. If it came to beef,
I'll be stirring the pot and serving it hot.
Never lost the hunger, I just got a different appetite. I'm dishing humble pie to you niggas who wanna grab a slice.
Look, I got bragging rights and live a lavish life.
I had to sacrifice, they want the full experience at half the price.
They some parasites, I knew I always had the sights. They couldn't see these heights if they had a satellite.
Shine bright like it's my God-given right.
I raised the frequency and now they see me -in a different light, yeah.
-Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that -walk? -Know what I'm saying? Straight like that.
-Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawk. -I'm back.
If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's a art.
Yeah, we still on that, Swank White and all that.
War bond movie, turning bodies into chalk.
-Let that bitch breathe, man. Real rap.
-Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that -walk? -Real rap shit.
-Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawk.
-But it's still like high art, you know -what I'm saying? Fine art.
-If you don't get the picture, draw the -piece, it's a art. -Yeah.
War bond movie, turning bodies into chalk.
Ayo, Hail Michelle, we can go to war, shell for shell.
-Brr.
-Flygod, they crucified me, now I'm back -now. And came back like I never left. -Woo.
Dior when I resurrect. Me and Slick'll go neck for neck.
-Ah. -I been the illest if you think about it.
-After a drill, we don't speak about it. -Uh-uh.
Chanel moccasins bloody while you beg God for oxygen.
-Boom, boom, boom, boom. -I was on your opposite.
-Woo. -Givenchy ski mask with the Glock 10.
-Boom, boom, boom.
-Just fucked a bitch out in Prague, I got -options. -Woo.
Red tops, blue tops, green, I got options.
-I got options.
-Came through bang, bang, gang, like Juice -Robertson. -Boom, boom.
Told my fiend, "Kiss my pinky ring," I'm the opulent.
-Ah.
-If this phone ring right here, you know -the cop is in. -Brr.
Every time you try to whip it back, you incompetent.
-Ah.
-I be in a ten-bed room where the mountains -at. -Woo.
I done had niggas tied up where the ounces at.
-Fuck niggas up.
-Flee two mil, want red where the fountain -at. -Brr.
Money machine broke, who the fuck counting that?
Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk?
-Yeah, yeah. -Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawk.
-Yeah, we still on that shit, nigga.
-If you don't get the picture, draw the -piece, it's a art.
-2025, we all the way live, we still on -that. -War bond movie, turning bodies into chalk.
Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that walk?
-Hey. -Me and Flygod in the spot with the hawk.
If you don't get the picture, draw the piece, it's a art.
War bond movie, turning bodies into chalk