[Intro]
(Go Brooklyn)
So what it's like
Joey Badass, Chuck Strangers
Leave niggas endangered
It's the real, yo what's the word word?
Pass the herbs
Check
[Verse 1 - Joey Bada$$]
My man Dirty had the buddha just to put me in my right mind
I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines
Cite dimes, it's like closed eyes, I'm slight soapa
Ma you ain't that gold at giving throat so, bye
F it I'm bi-polar, took shorty to the backroom
Play charades, she actin like a vacuum
Showed her to the door before the afternoon
She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon
Fake MC's get their reps ruined
Young villain hop up on the track in the check room
Click-clack-boom, resurrecting Boom-Bap from the tombs
Raps dope like crack and cacoons
Back in this mood, back on the move
It's the motherfucking real, nigga chill act cool
Pay respect to the cat drool
And I'm way too blessed to be throwing shots at you
[Hook]
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[Verse 2 - Chuck Strangers]
I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life
Just remember home boy there ain't no free way to life
My nigga it's gon' cost you, try not to lose your soul
To the rims, hoes, and gold
Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain't letting go
And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong
I know how to write these songs
I know how to light these bongs
I know how to rip thongs
And I'm pretty good at beer pong, nigga
I'm so crazy, nigga I'm loco
Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor
Put tree out the door, Vroom vroom skeeeet
Bitch love don't live here no more
Cause her weave low, faking in the Louie bag
Weak chick I tried the bag, had another turn me down
Heard this song and turned around
Now she want me to unzip her pants
But I'm gone, bitch missed your chance
[Hook]
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[Verse 3 - Joey Bada$$]
I got sick of class, started making classics
Now all I really do is get the grass lit
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