[bad word]  [bad word] joey__badass

[Intro]
Dangerous, dangerous
These niggas can't hang with us hang with us [bad word] we dangerous, dangerous
My [bad word] we

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I swear all my life I been around crips and bloods
Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from
Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in a rat race
Cash straight, the fake kill jake, the snakes too late
My eyes dilate, and I could tell them how he [bad word] at me sideways, get straighten up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up
Looking back in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat done made it out the maze
Still feel caged, enraged though
Used the underground railroad like [bad word] slave
Broke off the chains [bad word] fresh
Got you on that mental plane with my project jet
I'm two steps above that, in this cloud
My limit is low, when I'm smoking on that loud
Focus in the now, when the lotus is around
It's the Brooklyn sound, a pro found, Biggie would be proud about
But I don't need a vet to even shop me out
Punchlines pack a Pacquiao they can't box me out

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up
Niggas hit a [bad word] quick if he hiccup hiccup
Big up big up, it's a stick up stick up
Niggas hit a [bad word] quick if he hiccup hiccup
Tell me what them know bout the Badmon named Jozif [bad word] around, I look em down like they don't know [bad word] Word around the time is that they got the match explode it

[Hook: Chronixx]
I'm a child of the city
Son of the streets
And it's just a pity
They not tough like we
And things not look pretty
When we got to eat
Things get much deeper
Deeper and deeper

[Verse 2: Chronixx]
And I survive, thank the father
Feel like I was raised by [?]
Had to keep calm and [?]
Cause a tre gun shot if you cross the border
Pro Era teach them the pro's and con's
Of living in a city with a thousand dons
thousand get a [?] with a thousand guns
Cooler tequila with frozen lungs
But [?]

[Hook: Chronixx]