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Joey Bada$$

Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott (born January 20, 1995), known professionally as Joey Badass (stylized as Joey Bada$$), is an American rapper. A native of Brooklyn, New York City, he is a founding member of the hip-hop collective Pro Era, with whom he has released three mixtapes as well as his numerous solo projects. Joey Badass released his debut mixtape, 1999, in June 2012 to critical acclaim and recognition, followed by Rejex in September, and Summer Knights in July 2013. His debut studio album, B4.Da.$$, was released in January 2015. In 2016, he made his television debut on the USA Network series Mr. Robot. His second and third studio album, All-Amerikkkan Badass and 2000, were released in April 2017 and July 2022, respectively. more »

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2019

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Yeah
Broke within
I used to be broke and sin
A bad kid by the age of ten
Nowadays I don't pretend (shh)
Circle real tight, and I don't trust broken men
Thought that you was solid, but it won't cement
Cut ties with those guys, haven't spoke to them (yeah)
You tried to play me like a fool, but the joke's on them

What you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendre 
A league competin' where no team could beat us
I cut them ties, 'cause I need to see us
I earned my stripes, like I need Adidas
In the Beamer with the ceilin', we don't need the rear
Beast Coast, ball hard, we don't need the deal
I am no Bogart and so neither was you
Better watch how you talk, boy, I will say action
Four pound blastin'

I grew up a fuckin' screw up, you sick, I'm lit
Whole world been on acid since I blew up
Climbed up, countin' the loot up
You losers are just too much, I moved up, and do not need new love
My lifestyle, in turned by my left style
The best style, since that nigga from Bed-Stuy
Watch me walk in that crowd, flezuz christ in a flinch
Hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
Pearly gates, he's on the fence (oh)
Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent
The Pearly gates (oh), on the fence

Ak your Majesty
Think you're immortal? Come face the fatality
Hop out the portal like Morty
I take the last shot like I'm Horry
Head wrapped like you Ryu
Don't f*ck with the boy
Money my language, don't need no subtitles
I puff 'til I'm idle
Now each bitch I f*ck wanna cuff and a title
Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire (lost in the fire)

Heard them throwin' shots again
You bitch niggas love the gossippin'
Big ballin', got a lot to spend
I don't even keep score, bitch I got the win
They need me like oxygen
On me, the whole block depend
Don't you ever try to box 'em in, box 'em out
Faded off a shot of gin, I'm Pacquiao
I hear the money callin' like a pocket-dial (brr)
Do what I wanna 'cause I'm poppin' now (yeah)
Made it this far, ain't no stoppin' now (no)
No more freestyle, gotta cop it now (yeah)
It goes straight to the top, when I drop it now (whoa)
Let me live, let me live, let me live
I ain't never coppin' out, I'm just tryna do big though
Dream big, but I'm still the same kid
Now we shook the champagne, so we pukin' out the window (pukin' out the window)

Lookin' out the window, window
Bitch I'm hella faded tryin' not to crash the Benzo
Pukin' out the window, window
She says she don't dance
Bet she shake it for these bands though (whoa, whoa)
Can I live a little bit? (Can I live a little bit?), Ay 
Drinkin' a little bit (drinkin' a little bit), ay
Smokin' a little bit(smokin' a little bit), ay, ay 
Can I live a little bit? (Can I live a little bit?), Ay
Drinkin' a little bit (drinkin' a little bit), ay
Smokin' a little bit (smokin' a little bit), ay

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