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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Songwriter
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tell me is you ready, is you really ready?
They ain't really ready, they ain't never ready
I was born ready, now, I'm comin' heavy
Now, I'm comin' heavy
[Verse 2]
I hope you ready 'cause it's gon' be a real long time I'ma be around
So make way through the crowd
Swimmin' through a sea of people, hope I don't drown
Just tryna make waves with the sound
When my shit drop, bitch, turn it up loud
And tune them other **** out
I'm the youngest **** reppin' everytime I'm steppin' out
And if you step outside your face, we pop up right in front your house
[Verse 3]
**** think because we conscious, we don't really get it poppin'
They forgot we from the bottom
They forgot we had to fight for every nickel, every dollar
Yeah, before the money and the power
You could ask my ****, Powers, I've been putting in these hours
Plotting domination, now the whole world is ours
Tell me why they hating, it's 'cause of what I'm making
And if you a little patient, it's gon' be what I'm taking
They got me mistaken, critics try to box me
I feel like Rocky when it come to paparazzi
Somebody stop me, fuckin' up my kamikazes
I'm on my 47 shit, like how could you not see?
'Cause we droppin' jewels now, I said we droppin' jewels
Temper risin' cools, prolly see me on the news
Joey got the juice, finally got this **** loose
Now while I'm free to speak, free my ****, Shmurda, too
I feel like Victor Cruz, a giant from New York
I'm lacin' up the boots, then I'm going fuckin' long
So if you tryna score, just pass it to me more
Never droppin' the ball, always raisin' the bar
[Verse 4]
Man, it's gon' be a real long time I'ma be around
So make way through the crowd
Swimmin' through a sea of people, hope I don't drown
Just tryna make waves with the sound
When my shit drop, bitch, turn it up loud
And tune them other **** out
I'm the youngest **** reppin' heavy for my city now
All these other **** think they from the south
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I'm the bomb, even HOV said it
Though I never signed to ROC and no, I don't regret it
You know I'm comin' for the top, you see me gettin' bigger
How can you sign, if you know your tryna beat a ****?
When I made it to his office, I was seventeen
Like forty floors up, I grew a pair of wings
In that moment, man, I knew I could do anything
Feelin' like a young Simba, can't wait to be king
And I never lost my hunger, no, I stayed hungry
If we started talkin' numbers, man, they wouldn't love me
Man, I'd rather keep the peace, but it's gettin' ugly
But fuck it, what I'm about to say is, what they didn't want me
60k, first week, for the Bada$$
200k, to this day, I know you **** mad
With the 80/20 split, my ****, do the math
My **** Kirk just outsold Troy Ave
Now they sleep, we 'bout to hit 'em with the NYCK next
Got these **** bread hurt, Limp Bizkit
It's crunch time, had to go and get his shit wreck
Got the ninjas on deck and bitches in check
And that's a shot to anybody man, I don't feel you
Steezy told me to go hard and **** ain't hear you
I see the whole future clearer and I'm near it, too
And if you really break a leg, I hope they still will cheer you
[Verse 6]
Man, it's gon' be a real long time I'ma be around
So make way through the crowd
Swimmin' through a sea of people, hope I don't drown
Just trying to make waves with the sound
When my shit drop, bitch, turn it up loud
And tune them other **** out
I'm the youngest **** reppin' heavy for my city now
Tell these other **** I've been comin' for the crown
Written by: Caswell Weinbren, Jacob Bowman, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Patrick Baril
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