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  • 作曲 : Jo-Vaugn Virginie/Chris Martin/A. Markeith Reid
    [Intro]
    Joey Bad & Big Preem and we lettin' off steam
    And we still came back for that green, mane
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, still rap supreme, ayy
    Yeah, yeah, hold up (Now look at 'em)
    Wait, I said
    [Verse 1]
    Paint my thoughts on imaginary 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 love, 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, mansions in Miami
    And Pateks for my legacy, I can't forget my family
    First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy
    Give it all I got, yeah, I don't need no plan B
    I be with them shotters, I been on a kill spree
    You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me
    They be like "Chill, B", I be like "**** that"
    Time to let them feel me, don't call it a comeback
    Hit 'em with a punchline, call it lyrical combat
    When I drop the album, that's gon' kill 'em on contact
    Ridin' with that compact
    .40 on me, homie you might really wanna calm that
    Opps get smoked like a bomb pack
    Watch me like Comcast, y'all see the contrast
    Niggas put they souls in they mother****in' contracts
    We ain't even on that, we don't even condone that
    Bitch, I had to own all that, tell 'em switch up for the format
    Flow way needed and that Gentleman Cognac
    Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas "Hold that"
    [Chorus]
    Joey Bad and Big Preem, man, we the supreme team, look
    Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green
    [Verse 2]
    Say when then
    I let it fly like bullets off the boulevard of Linden
    So duck down or die, straight shots when I send 'em
    Apply pressure or break tendons
    I'm bonecrusher, I'm big business, you niggas need fitness
    I can show y'all the real flexer
    First I raise the bar, then raise they ledger
    When the stakes is high, I gave all effort
    You niggas ain't steppin' correct, you two left foot
    I put it all on me, versus whoever
    Call me Joey McCaffrey, I hardly drop the ball ever
    Check the stats sheet, still don't see no errors
    Men lie, women lie, them numbers however, always add up
    Tell them niggas "Catch up"
    Ready for them opportunities that I don't pass up
    You can get smoked lil' nigga, don't get gassed up
    Leavin' no hope for you niggas, that's a bad look
    Got your niggas mad shook
    Scared to death, scared to book
    A show in my city, probably get your chain took
    'Cause them Brooklyn niggas really ain't nothin' to **** with
    Blow your brains in broad day, right out in public
    So speak on the God and it better be in high regard
    'Cause word get around and them bullets travel really far
    I got hitters on my squad who ready to take a charge
    Keep it on deck for any nigga tryna pull my card
    [Chorus]
    Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green
    Know what I mean?
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : Jo-Vaugn Virginie/Chris Martin/A. Markeith Reid
    [00:00.199][Intro]
    [00:02.951]Joey Bad & Big Preem and we lettin' off steam
    [00:05.460]And we still came back for that green, mane
    [00:07.955]Yeah, yeah, yeah, still rap supreme, ayy
    [00:11.717]Yeah, yeah, hold up (Now look at 'em)
    [00:13.950]Wait, I said
    [00:16.210][Verse 1]
    [00:16.966]Paint my thoughts on imaginary canvas
    [00:19.961]I take no loss, I can't give these niggas chances
    [00:22.711]I put my all in each and every single stanza
    [00:25.451]I do it for the love, they just do it for the camera
    [00:28.458]I don't need no fame or no glamour
    [00:30.455]I just need some money in the bank and my hammers
    [00:33.450]House in the Hamptons, mansions in Miami
    [00:36.203]And Pateks for my legacy, I can't forget my family
    [00:39.209]First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy
    [00:41.962]Give it all I got, yeah, I don't need no plan B
    [00:44.702]I be with them shotters, I been on a kill spree
    [00:47.719]You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me
    [00:50.459]They be like "Chill, B", I be like "**** that"
    [00:53.468]Time to let them feel me, don't call it a comeback
    [00:56.208]Hit 'em with a punchline, call it lyrical combat
    [00:59.213]When I drop the album, that's gon' kill 'em on contact
    [01:02.208]Ridin' with that compact
    [01:03.451].40 on me, homie you might really wanna calm that
    [01:06.458]Opps get smoked like a bomb pack
    [01:08.468]Watch me like Comcast, y'all see the contrast
    [01:11.218]Niggas put they souls in they mother****in' contracts
    [01:13.958]We ain't even on that, we don't even condone that
    [01:16.953]Bitch, I had to own all that, tell 'em switch up for the format
    [01:19.716]Flow way needed and that Gentleman Cognac
    [01:22.702]Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas "Hold that"
    [01:25.709][Chorus]
    [01:26.463]Joey Bad and Big Preem, man, we the supreme team, look
    [01:34.217]Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green
    [01:36.458][Verse 2]
    [01:36.957]Say when then
    [01:37.702]I let it fly like bullets off the boulevard of Linden
    [01:40.452]So duck down or die, straight shots when I send 'em
    [01:43.460]Apply pressure or break tendons
    [01:45.469]I'm bonecrusher, I'm big business, you niggas need fitness
    [01:48.963]I can show y'all the real flexer
    [01:51.214]First I raise the bar, then raise they ledger
    [01:54.199]When the stakes is high, I gave all effort
    [01:56.958]You niggas ain't steppin' correct, you two left foot
    [01:59.713]I put it all on me, versus whoever
    [02:02.452]Call me Joey McCaffrey, I hardly drop the ball ever
    [02:05.471]Check the stats sheet, still don't see no errors
    [02:08.211]Men lie, women lie, them numbers however, always add up
    [02:11.950]Tell them niggas "Catch up"
    [02:13.714]Ready for them opportunities that I don't pass up
    [02:16.210]You can get smoked lil' nigga, don't get gassed up
    [02:19.217]Leavin' no hope for you niggas, that's a bad look
    [02:21.957]Got your niggas mad shook
    [02:23.455]Scared to death, scared to book
    [02:25.452]A show in my city, probably get your chain took
    [02:27.961]'Cause them Brooklyn niggas really ain't nothin' to **** with
    [02:31.210]Blow your brains in broad day, right out in public
    [02:34.218]So speak on the God and it better be in high regard
    [02:36.959]'Cause word get around and them bullets travel really far
    [02:39.953]I got hitters on my squad who ready to take a charge
    [02:42.716]Keep it on deck for any nigga tryna pull my card
    [02:45.456][Chorus]
    [02:47.199]Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green
    [02:51.214]Know what I mean?