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Joey Bada$$ - Distance (feat. Issa Gold & Erick The Architect) lyrics

Artist: Joey Bada$$

album: Escape From New York


Yeah (Uh, uh)
Yeah (Uh)
(And you know I got it)
My mind
Nigga life end if he starting with me
My niggas still going hard in these streets
Triple six, nigga, the mark of the beast
I unlocked my potential, I'm feeling unleashed, sheesh ('Leashed)
I put that bitch on a leash, leash (Leash)
Hit them all 'til they deceased, 'ceased (Deceased)
Lord have mercy on all my enemies (Enemies)
Know I may get it all by any means (By any means)
No, I won't fold, I ain't copping no pleas (Pleas)
Pull my dick out and she drop on her knees (Knees)
Power P, he goin' dumb on the beat (Beat)
I do not know who they want me to be
Unlocked my chains and I'm feeling so free
I tried to tell 'em, I been a OG (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me what they really know about me
I don't think they really know anything
Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast
Everywhere I go, we 47 deep
We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah)
Every last one of my niggas gon' eat
She tryna fuck, make her lock her knees
Can't hear you talk, I speak Guap-anese
Wrapping the work, I'ma cop a ki'
Smoke out the V, tryna dodge police
Nigga been stuck in his ways
Bill Belichick, how I'm calling out plays
Causing a wreck, hope I don't catch a case
Watch how you step or my niggas will spray
G-Mackin', keep the heater packing (Uh-huh)
See static, keep the reach slumming (Uh-huh)
Squeeze 'matic, see your team napping (Uh-huh)
Wreak havoc, none my niggas capping
That's a fact
Nigga been lit, I've been knocking out hoes
Rollin' a zip, I'ma blow me a zone
Twistin' ya lips, now you got to go
Don't fuck with nigga, just leave me alone
Unlocked my chains and I'm feeling so free
I tried to tell 'em, I been a OG (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me what they really know about me
I don't think they really know anything
Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast
Everywhere I go, we 47 deep
We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah)
Every last one of my niggas gon' eat
I'ma need more than a 20 at least
Grew from the slum, now we reppin' the Beast (Woo)
She got the cake, so I'm takin' a piece
Make no mistake, I get play when I preach
Walk like a G, I put teams in the gang
Blessing the karma that build up my name
Dead on arrival, enduring the painless
All white huaraches in Europe, they train us
Too many rappers and not enough painters
Frida or Dali, my palette like Monet
No one can stop me, I'm too stubborn too
Only get down when I'm stuck in the groove
Wipe myself down and I'm busting a move
Goldie, it's evident, ice out the tooth
In the meantime, I got nothin' to prove
Ride in the hoopty with nothin' to lose (Errt, errt)
Lose (Errt, errt)
Lose (Errt, errt)
Lose (Errt, errt)

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