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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Composer
Kirlan Labarrie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kirk Knight
Producer
Ryan Kelly
Recording Engineer
Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
Shit (Okay, I'm reloaded)
Yeah. Uh
It's the Beast Coast boogeyman, steppin' in my Timberlands
I ain't with the small talk. **** got bigger plans
Back by popular demand, hit him where he stand
If the shots never land, tell them **** "spin again"
Told y'all that I been the man. I been on a kill spree
**** couldn't kill me. Bitch, I been a real G
They don't know the real me. **** better chill, B (Ah)
Run it, tell 'em charge it to the game, like, feel free
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, bitch, I'm right here
I'm takin' back fades since **** don't wanna fight fair (Ah)
Gotta watch my back, yeah, make sure the coast clear
Can't get a fear when I gotta be the one feared
My pen hotter than the solar flare
For the record, ain't no soul I fear, ain't nothin' nice
Everybody got a price and I'm owed this here
Who wanna go bar for bar? ****, hold my beer
Y'all **** ain't war-prepared, my sword is near
The King Arthur rap extraordinaire
I thought I told y'all **** that my form was rare
The crown is mine, I'm born as the rightful heir, yeah
BK ****, anybody killa
A.K.A., spray everybody wit' ya (Ba-ba-ba)
Won't nobody miss ya when I take ya out the picture (Woo)
By the time it hit ya, bitch, I been that (Aye)
BK ****, anybody killa
A.K.A., spray everybody wit' ya (Ba-ba-ba)
Won't nobody miss ya when I take ya out the picture (Woo)
By the time it hit ya, bitch, I been that (Ah)
I'm on some rap Rapper-punzel shit, tell 'em I'll be here long
I got hands for **** that bear arms
Make no mistake, I came to put some heads on the stake
Hip-hop heavyweight, eatin' off you ****' plate
They thought I was light work
So they sent their little mans to kill me, thought it might work
All 2025, I hit 'em where it might hurt. Leave you **** more bars
They tried to send the G-League **** after the All-Star
Treat you **** like I'm scrimmage playin', quit dribblin' in my lane
Rap game Allen I., but we ain't talkin' 'bout a game
Instead, we talkin' 'bout practice. **** got this shit backwards
I'm a franchise player, this ain't a even matchup
Got 'em caught up in the rapture, should've never bit the bait
I'm castin' a wide net. Y'all **** don't fit the weight
If you're talkin' 'bout the greatest rappers, should be no debate
Bada$$ at the center stage. This the rap renegade
MC's tend to duck a lot 'cause they been afraid
They know who the illest spitter in the city after Nas, Big and Jigga
Never feared war, my warfare's guerilla (Ah)
Just put the camera on, I show you a real killer (Grrrrrah)
BK ****, anybody killa
A.K.A., spray everybody wit' ya (Ba-ba-ba)
Won't nobody miss ya when I take ya out the picture (Woo)
By the time it hit ya, bitch, I been that (Aye)
BK ****, anybody killa
A.K.A., spray everybody wit' ya (Ba-ba-ba)
Won't nobody miss ya when I take ya out the picture (Woo)
By the time it hit ya, bitch, I been that (Ah)
Aye, who the fuck they think they playin' with?
Fucked around, woke up the beast; a rude awakening
Sleepin' on me made his bed; he gotta lay in it (Ah)
Leave you **** deceased in all white sheets
I'm on their head, I ain't askin' for the crown, bitch, I'm takin' it
The Sun still rise in the east, I know they hatin' it
New God flow, every verse like a sacred script (Ah)
Don't believe in TDEast, then you an atheist
The Rap Oracle, one line could make the Matrix glitch
The question rhetorical, who the King of New York is?
If it ain't me, then who? I'ma need the proof
If **** wanna try to dispute, tell 'em get in the booth
This lil' Bada$$ **** breakin' all the rules
Tell me who you mad at, ****, if it isn't you?
I'm makin' all the moves **** wouldn't dare to do
I'm dangerous, got everything to prove and nothin' to lose
BK **** (****, ****)
Anybody killa (Anybody killa, anybody killa)
Take ya out the picture (Take you out the picture)
By the time it hit ya, bitch, I been that
Who they talkin' to? I can't be consumed
And I've been at home, let the bodies hit the floor
Been through a job and school, I can't be consumed
And I've been at home, let the bodies hit the floor
Written by: Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Kirlan Labarrie