Joey Bada$$ — Joey Bada$$ Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle 005

[Verse 1] Finally got a piece of the profit Wine and cheese in the seat by the cockpit I ain't mean for your bitch to be watchin' I am me, she kept eyein' me Everyday we just makin' deep profits Money long, I'm gon' need some deep pockets Hands are to the ceiling when I'm in the building How you make a living, hmm? Lately never chillin', mind is on a million things I gotta do Ladies want me, when there no time for chillin' no time for you I've been on a different type of time I never liked to rest, a different type of grind I'm on South Beach like Tony Montan' Feelin' like the whole world is mine And I sit back, let your mind run No man knows when his time gone come Every action, think about the outcome 'Cause I never outrun no bullet from a gun Don't ask Malcolm, ask how come? Ask any real nigga really 'bout some When you in the field, nigga don't play dumb Better keep your eyes peeled in the rearview Know a couple niggas in the ville will kill you Run up in your hands in the wheel and air you out Never give a fuck, never hear you out News clip poppin' up about you whereabouts You don't really want the war so don't go there Got my middle fingers up in my underwear When I'm fuckin' the world on some G shit With the waviest flow, make you seasick Hope you can swim in the rhythm I'm deliverin' She drown, I'm tellin' her to get a friend White girls and they love me for my melanin Kiss me all over my brown skin I got the soul of a black king It takes control when I'm rapping Let the bitch unload like a MAC-10 Drrtt! Drrtt!—that's all that happened [Hook] Blast off, blast off Blast off, blast off Lift off, lift off, lift off Said I'm 'bout to lift off Lift off, L.A. Leakers lift off Lift off, said we 'bout to lift off [Verse 2] Hol' up! These rap niggas be actin' up Talk mad shit, can't back it up Don't let me catch you lackin' I pack you inside the Maxima Mark them days on the calendar Don't you dare dodge this challenger Sonics is hedge-hodgin' Got heads boppin' way out in Africa Radios be lackin' though You can't front on talents so I'ma kill like every show and any foe and any flow No flex when I be in the zone Know to watch when I come on I check-in in the microphone Collect this check then I'm headin' home But it ain't always been like this 'Member when we was broke as shit Savin' L's 'til next week My ashtray still got a roach in it I hit it until my finger tips Get burnt at the filter tip 'Fore I learn to take a risk, I ain't even had a pot to piss in Listen, I'm twistin' the system The mission, the recognition I see the future clearly: my premonitions is scary Pray that they bury me Where my soul has been heavenly sent For the fathers and martyrs of this art that we formin' We call it hip hop Nigga, guess you must've forgot