Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Kirk Knight
Vocals
Meechy Darko
Vocals
Nyck Caution
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Cordasco
Songwriter
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Kirlan Labarrie
Songwriter
Adam Pallin
Songwriter
Demetri Simms
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kirk Knight
Producer
1-900
Producer
John Gratton
Assistant Engineer
Jordon Silva
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nastee
Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was born running with the baton
Now I'm known as the 'Young Intellectual Don'
Until I'm gone where I'm from the real don't get along
With the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm
You don't want none
No beef could never hurt me
I'll be on my Istanbul, they cold 'Turkey'
Firstly it's the double entendre monster, taking haunted
Constant, twisting your conscious, so be cautious
If it call for it, we leaving corpses
The cause is, of the coffin is the broken clauses
Skeletons in my closet, tomorrow's never promised
Never mind it because we immortals regardless
Real G's move in silence, like my designer
Intertwined with the timeless
Divine higher power
I was dipping in the gold since a minor
Sitting on my throne overlooking my empire, uh
[Verse 2]
Resurrection of real
You **** fake!
Never second-guessing my kill
So choose your fate
'Cause I'm born running with the baton
A ticking time bomb
**** better ring the alarm
[Verse 3]
Resurrection of real
You **** fake
Never second-guessing my kill
So choose your fate
'Cause I'm born running with the baton
A ticking time bomb
**** better ring the alarm, uh
[Verse 4]
So keep it spinning this chakra
Flicky-flick the wrist, don't risk that, partner
These **** impostors
We moving like the mobsters
One false move
Have 'em sleeping with the lobsters, huh
[Verse 5]
Keep it spinning this chakra
Flicky-flick the wrist, don't risk that, partner
These **** impostors
We moving like the mobsters
One false move
Have 'em sleeping with the
[Verse 6]
It's the 'ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$'
Who you mad at?
They ain't have to ask that
Attack with the backlash
Where's my cash at?
Running all through NASDAQ
Strap in my backpack
Going off the knack
Dopeboy in the Cad'lac
Having flashbacks
Wish a **** would clap back
Hit 'em with the blackjack
Going through his snap back
I snap with the raps
I make 'em bring the whole track back!
**** get smacked with the realer
When I drop it's all killing, no feelings
So you better not make a wrong move, ****
I'll personally deliver each shot that won't miss ya
And when it hit ya it's no warning
We bombarding, me and my squadron
If you want it get your army
We dropping bombs calmly
This is no party
Any scraps left
We just feed 'em to the zombies
[Verse 7]
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, 'Ocean's 47'
Ring the alarm, if a war, you wanna get in
Ring the alarm, if a war, you wanna get in
[Verse 8]
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, 'Ocean's 47'
Ring the alarm, if a war, you wanna get in
Ring the alarm, if a war, you wanna get in
[Verse 9]
Ring the alarm, we ain't keeping it calm
Need a reason to see the Don
Break the leash and I'm off
Was hungry when I started
More ravenous as I evolve
Caution hazardous, inflicting damages
I can't recall, uh
Rich in spirit when I broke some laws
I'm breaking even with my bros
Against all the odds
Made my words cut deep
You gon' need some gauze
And the alcohol
We only going bar for bar
You know I black out
They bring the track out
I lay the smack down
Remember nights on the dirty matress
In the trap house?
I snapped out and flipped it around
To where I'm at now
Living legend, finally back up on the map now
Resurrection of real, let's bring it back
It ain't even about the bars
They bumping whatever slaps now
All I hear is that ad-lib rapping on my SoundCloud
Sick of the trash out
This is the crackdown!
[Verse 10]
Little boy, don't back chat, we'll bury ya
Big metal ting, we get Captain America
"Beast Coast" regime (La Cosa Nostra!)
My team supreme (Fuck around and smoke ya!)
[Verse 11]
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, 'Ocean's 47'
Ring the alarm, if a war, you wanna get in
Ring the alarm, if a war, you wanna get in
[Verse 12]
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Written by: Adam Pallin, Demetri Simms, Jesse Cordasco, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Kirlan Labarrie
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