Letra de THE FINALS - Joey Bada$$

Let's get it

New York City (Ayo), stand up

I'm back (That's right)

Stupid or you dumb?

(Knicks in the 6 nigga, Joey in 1)

Look

What kinda Top Dawg is you? You more Shih Tzu

You was cloned in the lab, dog, you artificial

You known for your label, not because your art official (Facts)

And I ain't gotta talk about how broke you are to fix you

'Cause when I send shots at you, it'd be hard to miss you (Grr)

Ain't gotta load a magazine just to press this issue (Nah)

In fact, these ain't even shots, they missiles (That's right)

Tryna outclass the Bada$$? (Haha) So I gotta dismiss you (You funny)

You all bark, no bite (Uh), but hit dogs gon' holler

Caught a couple strays, now it's time I put 'em on a collar

I let 'em rot while I charge 'em for top dollar

You're the next nigga gettin' dropped off the Top roster (Facts)

And I'ma be the REASON (Yeah), okay, bet

You sick dog lookin' for beef with a seasoned vet

I euthanize sick pups, nigga, you gon' see (You gon' see)

You barkin' up the wrong tree, think you fuckin' with me? (Nigga, you shut up)

It's 'bout time Top let your ass off of the leash (That's right)

Signed for five years, had your biggest moment from me (That's sad)

Can't nobody name a single song you ever released (That's right)

Even "Crashout" wasn't your original beat (Facts)

Everytime Joey dropped, you see, he eats

I did more for you than the whole of TDE (TDE, nigga)

It's too bad, nigga, you should have been signed to me (Too bad)

Somebody tell Top we 'bout to start TDEast (TDEast, nigga)

Funny how they gotta use the Pro name for promo (Yeah)

On the low though, I really think you niggas is homo (Ayo)

The way you let Dot dick sit in your mouth (Ayo)

This that same dick-lickin' I was talkin' about (Ssh)

You niggas would do anything for the clout

Crash out over niggas who won't even let you in they house

I bet you ain't even got his number (You dogs)

It's funny how the thirst is bein' disguised as hunger

Should have sat down, been humble, but now I gotta son you

This little ray of light'll be the biggest shine of your whole life

I don't just flow, I talk to your soul on the mic

You don't want smoke with me, please, just give me a light

You need me to buzz, I'm light years beyond Ray

Want me to engage, so you mentioned my fiancé?

Clearly, I ain't scared to get in the ring (Nuh-uh)

I mean, even Gervonta had to fight a couple bums just to be king (Boom-baow-bing-bing)

Fuck around, leave me no choice to slay Vaughn (Yeah)

Sugar in your tank but you ain't no Sugar Ray, Vaughn (Hey)

Gay Vaughn, keep punchin' up with them pillow hands

You ain't even a middleman, you just a lil' man

Fuck whippin' feet, we throw hands like Rayman

You ain't no Ray Liotta, how much you made man?

Said I wouldn't talk about your pocket, but aye, man (Look)

You need a optician just to see Ray bands

Go fetch a coffee for your CEO

'Cause judgin' by the numbers, clearly, I can see he owed

Your mouth runnin' 'cause your pockets run on low (Uh-huh)

I'm active and I'm actin' (Yeah), yeah

And that's somethin' only me and Pac would know (Facts)

Play with fire, then you gon' get burned (That's right)

Listen and learn kid, you was better off as the intern

Better yet, a mascot (Uh-huh)

I been a beast with these flows, nigga, you can ask Dot

Killuminati Pt. 2, yeah, that was my last shot

And it's a difference between that and Ruler's Back, let's be clear (Uh-huh)

I salute you Kenny but I know you well aware (Uh-huh)

You lookin' for some competition? Then just know that I'll be right here

Straight like that, look (Yeah-yeah)

It's live nigga rap

We live and direct (Grr)

(Ayy)

I'm back (Nigga, what?)

New York City, here and now reppin' (Stay down)

With Joey Bada$$ (Uh-huh)

(East Coast, nigga)

You gotta love it, yeah

That's right

Joey Brunson, uh

Yeah

The Finals, nigga

And you failed the test, nigga

You fuckin' failed

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