Music Video

Joey Bada$$ - Where I Belong (AUDIO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Songwriter
Tommaso Pinto
Tommaso Pinto
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer
Fred Warmsley III
Fred Warmsley III
Producer
0445c
0445c
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Dopboyz Musik
Dopboyz Musik
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back on the set like I never left
I'm taking steps to be the best till they lay me to rest
VVS up on my chest, it got 'em devious
Ain't no tints on my two door, I want them to see it's us
'Cause if I paid enough those fuckers better see me comin'
I used to drive my mama bucket, ridin' round, frontin'
On Snyder avenue, buildin' number 3400
I gave this shit my all and now my bank bussin'
I'm livin' plush, new crib cost a milli' plus
Six figures on every art piece that's hangin' up
You little **** just spendin' on the obvious
And if you think I'm flexin' now, just wait till I re-up
And just to sum it up, we shinin' all year long
When I was comin' up, they tried to tell that that was wrong
I had to run it up and now I'm right back where I belong
And for my **** dead and gone, I gotta carry on
[Verse 2]
I pray the Lord have mercy on a ****'s soul
We reminiscin', reminiscin' like it's all we know
Take hollow tips and extra clips everywhere we go
'Cause I be takin' risk every time that I hit the door
[Verse 3]
I pray the Lord have mercy on a ****'s soul
We reminiscin', reminiscin' like it's all we know
Take hollow tips and extra clips everywhere we go
'Cause I be takin' risk every time that I hit the door
[Verse 4]
Tryin' to get my thoughts together
I say a prayer every day, hopin' it all get better
I talk to God and write these verses, like it's open letter
I know that nothin' really last forever
Like the past and future don't exist, I know it's now or never
But focused on the present, know my presence is a gift
Just so happen to be good at rappin', that would be my niche
I was only like six when my cousin Richie Rich
Wrote my first verse for me that I would never forget
And since then I was never known to leave the microphone alone
Often took the long way home just to get thoughts off my dome
Mama blowin' up my phone, leave a message at the tone
I was gettin' in my zone, at times I felt so alone
[Verse 5]
Like how it feel to know that you the best and nobody know
Every punch line a chin check and a body blow
And with all disrespect, you **** still ain't fuckin' with me tho
And never was
Every time they thought they had me down, I just leveled up
[Verse 6]
I pray the Lord have mercy on a ****'s soul
We reminiscin', reminiscin' like it's all we know
Take hollow tips and extra clips everywhere we go
'Cause I be taking risk every time that I hit the door
Written by: Alessandro Pinto, Chris McClenney, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Patrick Baril, Tommaso Pinto
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