FromdaTomb$ (feat. Chuck Strangers)

My man Dirty had to Buddha just to put me in my right mind

I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines

Sight dimes with slight closed eyes, I'm slight so by

Ma, you ain't the girl that givin' throat, so bye

F it, I'm bipolar, took shorty to the backroom

Play charades, she actin' like a vacuum

Showed her to the door before the afternoon

She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon

Fake MC's get their reps ruined

Young villain hop up n the track then the track doomed

Click, clack, boom, resurrectin' boom, back fromdatomb$

Raps dope like crack in cocoons

Back in this mood, back on the move

It's the motherfuckin' real, ****, chill, act cool

Pay respect to the cat, Drew

And I'm way too blessed to be throwin' shots at you

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest

Uh, big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era

I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life

Just remember, homeboy, there ain't no free way to life

My ****, it's gon' cost you, try not to lose your soul

To the rims, hoes, and gold

'Cause once the devil grab hold, that **** ain't lettin' go

And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong

I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs

I know how to rip thongs, and I'm pretty good at beer pong

****, I'm so crazy, ****, I'm loco

Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor

Bitch, we out the door, vroom, vroom, skrrt

Bitch, love don't live here no more

'Cause her weave look faker than her Louie bag

Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down

Heard this song and turned around

Now she want me to unzip her pants

But I'm gone, bitch missed her chance

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest

Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era

I got sick of class, started making classics

Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses

I'm sure to blow like bust acid

Puff assist like Maravich, a true Maverick

And I average above average on a average day

Doin' bad shit, bet you still can't pass this

And his teacher still pass him

Though the adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons

Like fuck trigonometry, I'm tryna to multiply monopolies

Subtract some homies and divide the cheese

Divide legs into isosceles so my eyes can see through the E

Shit on your hypotheses

Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes

You can't stand here unless you pay a posture fee

Part the cheese, head out the spot, and leave

A pile of G's for apology

Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers

Leavin' **** in danger

Danger, danger

Joey Bad leavin' **** in danger