Joey Bada$$ — Tim Westwood Freestyle

Intrumental 1: "Grindin' My Whole Life" by HS87 [Hook: Joey Bada$$] Bad man ting, it's a bad man ting (x4) Bad man (x9) [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] I've been swankin' my whole life nigga, know I'm talkin' 'bout Been killin sixteens since like sixteen nigga, bring the coffin out, uh See me in the street better hide your wife nigga, know I'm talkin' 'bout 'Cuz if I [?] about that swipe nigga Take them jeans off, let me explore ya As I slide right through that clitoris Got yo' bitch hooked, just like this chorus Bustin' a third out, wonder where your whore is, gorgeous Goldilocks you like poor rich Bitches ain't be loyal couldn't afford the rent So I give em big dick like it's cummin' since Seen the thing they drop it down, money time is spent If you ain't fuckin' then you got to go, baby don't waste my time Been fuckin' on the low, do her man know, that business ain't mine, uh Pass it to mi hermano in her spinal She scratched me up like the vinyl If not for me do it for the Vine-yl, ah Know I'm talkin' 'bout Been killin' sixteens since like sixteen nigga, know I'm talkin' 'bout Swankin' my whole life nigga, know I'm talkin' 'bout [?] and Joseph in London what up [Hook] Instrumental 2: "No Flex Zone" by Rae Sremmurd [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] All my life I been around crips and bloods [?] trigger happy [?] Claim the slums and all the hoods that they from Too much of the sum, gotta twist it up Wind it in the rat race, cash straight, the fate til' [?], the stake is too late, my [?]late And I can see your mind strafe Comin' at me sideways, straighten up Don't face your luck, give me the buck My cash raker went up, uh uh Lookin' back in the days amazed, 'cuz the lab rat done made it out the maze [?] feel pain, the rage, no Use the underground rail road like the runaway slave Broke off your chain still runway fresh Got you on the mental plane with my project jet Two steps above that, nimbus cloud, my limits is now Gonna smoke it on the loud, hookahs in it now When the lotus is around, [?] the [?] sounded profound Why you will be proud about I don't need events to even shout me out Pac-a-pac-a-Pacquiao, can't box me out Yeah, yeah No flex-tion, No flex-tion Instrumental 3: "0 to 100" by Drake [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] Aight, I'll just freestyle this shit Uh I'm the only one that get the job done Smokin' big Ls, nigga thats a big pun, uh I do this for my greats See me in the bathin' apes chillin' hot steaks, whoo Sugar like sweet, livin' life lavish in the hotel suite, uh Hit up my nigga Kirk what it is Homie got another chick, and she deal with big Livin' up, smoking' on the cig 'Bout to roll the spliff, but we got like, six minutes to hit the mix Double y'all up in it, we get twisted and lifted But we just hit the shit so Whatever you want nigga, I'm with it Niggas know we ridin' on the tops downs with it Get it cut, cut, cut in the swisha Niggas really know if you wanna fukin' with 'ya What you wanna do yeah, London town American boy 'bout to [?] the sound Bring the thunder sound, when we come around Real quick, nigga real quick Before the money 'bout to hit them real quick When they get hit with the shit, it's real shit, uh (Gunshots)