Joey Bada$$ 4t583c

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    Joey Bada$$ 4t583c

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    Like "oh he's broke! I told you he was broke!
    I told you he ain't got no money", or you know
    This and that or whatever whatever
    Then you'll see some other people
    You'll put that you're here in this house
    "Oh joey done made it! He bought a crib!
    He this, he that". So it's all a story
    It's a perception that people make for you along the way
    So it's not really what it necessarily
    Is at any point or given at time
    and that's the thing that concerns me

    Break it down
    We break it down like
    Joey bad he break it down like
    My nigga fly he break it down like
    My nigga statik break it down like
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    1-2
    Alright

    First things first is I been rehearsing these verses
    In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloat
    But I know one day I'm earning me some platinum
    and some gold
    And all them labels could
    just reimburse this dick in they throat
    And tell my mama "oh no, " your purses will never run low
    No more cause back when I was four, and we was poor
    You would purchase the store

    So here I go, your little man has got to grow
    I'm walking out the door
    My mama just be smiling, cause she know
    I got my back and got her worried
    Only thing she ask is that I hurry
    Home in time for christmas for some dinner
    Seen you on tv again, boy you lookin' thinner
    But you lookin' like a winner, aye

    You got to give to get and then you give back
    You got to give to get and then you give back
    You got to give to get and then you give back
    Then you give back, then you, then you give back
    Worst thing worse, I could've been stealing your purse
    Or just been, putting in work and leaving niggas in the dirt

    But ever since birth I knew
    I would be something on this earth
    So now I spit that dope, that shit be hittin' ya nerve
    And to my papa my word is my bond
    When you held me in your arms
    Did you know along that a star was born?
    Then you named me jo-vaughn, now that name ring alarms
    Nearly 20 years later we on a plane to the palms

    I gotcha back and got her worried
    Only thing I ask is for some curry
    Chicken when we land we eatin' dinner
    Mama seen me on tv again lookin' thinner
    But I'm lookin' like a winner, aye
    Now I lay me down to sleep
    I pray the lord, my soul to keep
    If I should die before I wake
    I pray the lord my soul to take
    Break it down

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