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BK'S FINEST
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Hip-Hop/Rap
BK'S FINEST was released on August 29, 2025 by Columbia as a part of the album Lonely At The Top
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Release DateAugust 29, 2025
LabelColumbia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Rome Streetz
Rome Streetz
Vocals
Kai Ca$h
Kai Ca$h
Vocals
CJ Fly
CJ Fly
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Songwriter
Jerome Allen
Jerome Allen
Songwriter
Brian Massaka
Brian Massaka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer
Moo Latte
Moo Latte
Producer
Joe Grasso
Joe Grasso
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Ryan Kelly
Ryan Kelly
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Brooklyn
B-R double O K-L-Y-N
Like that, I had it like that
Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn
(Statik Selektah) I made it like that
BK where I be at
[Verse 1]
Ayo, came a long way from the streets of Brooklyn, Medina
Now I'm fucking model hoes from Wilhelmina
You can blame the city I'm from for my crooked demeanor
Reason why I always gotta keep a nina (Baow, baow)
**** might clean up nice, but know the God cleaner (The God clean)
Brooklyn keep on takin' it, you **** keep on fakin' it (Yeah)
My borough's thorough, ****, we made for this (Yeah)
We some grimy ****, fuck your baby moms and tape the shit (Yeah, haha)
Shout out to my **** who made it out, tryna stay legit (Word up)
Where I'm from, the dope boys the role models (Yeah)
Hov laid out the blueprint, we all tried to follow
Word to the Brooklyn's finest, rest in peace to Clark Kent
Make a nightmare out these street dreams, if you got pinched
I got shooters in every hood, in Bedstuy, I'm super good (Bow, bow)
My Flatbush **** wish a **** would (Yeah)
My killer's in the Floss'll light you in the wood (Brrt)
Crown Heights stay paid, my Brown villain still droppin' corpses, you should be afraid, ah
[Chorus]
BK, Brooklyn
What we live is what you read about
Wel-wel-welcome to Crooklyn
Represent, Brooklyn
Not at all
BK where I be at (Not at)
[Verse 2]
Peep the Steez and the way these hoes sweat us (Uh-huh)
These lames stressin' over the throne, but Rome been better (These **** washed)
Chin checkers, stylin' on lame **** with thin cheddar
Got vendettas against ass betters and cheap leathers (Uh-huh)
Flee in Prada sweaters, locked up, she sent a lot letters (Yeah)
For the love of Rome, she do whatever, got her locked forever
Now I'm making brick guap from my acapellas
Started out with dope in my sock, re-rock and extras (Uh-huh)
Fly arrogant, had to trap, infragant
Thousand for an ounce, the Rolex dial Arabic
From dope boys to star whores, thought I did a magic trick (Haha)
You ain't half as lit, when my raps is like a acid trip
No smoke, your favorite rapper want a bag to sniff (Fuck him)
A Percocet and a ghost writer to match the shit
Copy, know good kids that caught bodies
And dope fiends that'll smoke you like Chris Moltisanti (Baow, baow)
[Chorus]
BK, Brooklyn
What we live is what you read about
Wel-wel-welcome to Crooklyn
Represent, Brooklyn
BK where I be at
[Verse 3]
Uh, Cypress Hill to Clinton, huh
East New York the villain, all flat bush to the floors
Bedstuy boy at heart
Fought green, show me love, feelin' like the old mix
Mobbin' through Atlantic Mall, Lord
I order, personal Moet to sip slow and check the Santos
Time wait for no man
I serenade the money, romance, fondle with both hands
Hustle like a corner boy
A miu miu corduroy, these diamonds gettin' gordy on me, uh (Sheesh)
If rap ain't work, I would've been robbin', I'm God's son
Used to rock a fade like Nas, but I'm borderline Jay, like I could've been from Marcy
I never live with options, I knew my only job was to get it how I saw it
Think big, nothing small, we treat the clays like a garden
And ain't shit sweet, but the suite, we up top, watching players from afar
Like it's all we ever wanted, turned the humble shit to hunger, ****, yeah
[Chorus]
Brooklyn
B-R double O K-L-Y-N ('Cause I want it like that)
Had it like that, yeah (Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn)
Yo (BK where I be at)
[Verse 4]
Fuck all the glamours and glitz
Keep a hammer and wrench
So all you broke motherfuckers get dismantled and fixed
I watered my money trees 'cause I plan to be rich
OG put in pain in the Towns, like I ran with the Knicks
Ain't never joshin' around, cause you know I got heart
It's a dummy move to fuck with me, you know that ain't smart
You think you invincible, but should've known you a mark
I stay sharp and on point like I'm throwin' the dart
On God, never missin' my target, I'm like a marksman
Know some reputables from Jefferson Avenue down in Clarkson
Plus, they ain't seein' me like I had dark tint
They hate to see my dark skin
I sharpen my harpoon when I see shark fins
Heads start to turn soon as I walk in
And even if my exorcist and exorcise can tell you we ain't all kin
She gave me wood, I filled her up like I was caulkin'
Collect my royalties because I'm someone who they call kin, it's Fly
[Outro]
Brooklyn
'Cause I want it like that, got it like that (B-R double O K-L-Y-N)
Had it like that
Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn
Shout out all my **** out in East New York, mane (BK where I be at)
BK (You know what I'm saying?)
Brooklyn
What we live is what you read about (To all my, my Red Hook ****)
Welcome to Crooklyn
Represent, Brooklyn
Don Coney Island ****
BK where I be at
Yeah
Written by: Brian Massaka, Jerome Allen, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Patrick Baril
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