Lettin' Off Steam
Joey Bada$$, DJ Premier
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Joey Bad and Big Preem and we lettin' off steam And we still came back for that green, mane Yeah, yeah, yeah, still rap supreme, mane Yeah, yeah, hold up (now look at 'em) Wait, I said Paint my thoughts on imaginary canvas I take no loss, I can't give these niggas chances I put my all in each and every single stanza (yeah) I do it for the love, they just do it for the camera I don't need no fame or no glamour I just need some money in the bank and my hammers House in the Hamptons, mansions in Miami And Pateks for my legacy, I can't forget my family First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy Give it all I got, yeah, I don't need no plan B I be with them shottas, I been on a kill spree You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me They be like, "Chill, B," I be like, "F*ck that" Time to let them feel me, don't call it a comeback Hit 'em with a punchline, call it lyrical combat When I drop the album, that's gon' kill 'em on contact Ridin' with that compact .40 on me, homie, you might really wanna calm that Opps get smoked like the bomb pack Watch me like Comcast, y'all see the contrast Niggas put they souls in they motherfuckin' contracts We ain't even on that, we don't even condone that Bitch, I had to own all that, tell 'em switch up for the format Flow way needed and that Gentleman Cognac Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas, "Hold that" (hold that) (Bah, now look at 'em) yeah Joey Bad and Big Preem, man, be the supreme team, uh, look (Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green) wait Say when then I let it fly like bullets off the boulevard of Linden So duck down or die, straight shots when I send 'em Apply pressure to break tendons I'm Bone Crusher, I'm big business, you niggas need fitness I can show y'all the real flexer First I raise the bar, then raise they ledger When the stakes is high, I gave all effort You niggas ain't steppin' correct, you two left foot I put it all on me, versus whoever Call me Joey McCaffrey, I hardly drop the ball ever Check the stats sheet, still don't see no errors Men lie, women lie, them numbers however, always add up Tell them niggas, "Catch up" Ready for them opportunities that I don't pass up You can get smoked lil' nigga, don't get gassed up Leavin' no hope for you niggas, that's a bad look Got your niggas mad shook Scared to death, scared to book A show in my city, probably get your chain took 'Cause them Brooklyn niggas really ain't nothin' to f*ck with Blow your brains in broad day, right out in public So speak on the God and it better be in high regard 'Cause word get around and them bullets travel really far I got hitters on my squad who ready to take a charge Keep it on deck for any nigga tryna pull my card (uh) Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green Know what I mean? Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green Know what I mean? Joey Bad, Joey Bad Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green Know what I mean? Now look at 'em
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