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Joey Bada$$

Where I Belong

 

Where I Belong

(Album: 2000 - 2022)


Uh, uh, uh-uh
Yeah (Static Selektah)

Back on the set like I never left
I'm taking steps to be the best 'til they lay me to rest
VVS upon my chest they got them DVS
Ain't no tints on my two-door, I want them see it's us
'Cause if I paid enough them fuckers better see me coming
I used to drive my momma bucket, riding 'round fronting
On Snyder Avenue, building number thirty-four-hunnid
I gave this shit my all or nothing, now my bank busting
I'm living plush', new crib cost a milli plus
Six figures on every art piece that's hanging up
You little niggas still spending on the obvious
And if you think I'm flexing now, just wait 'til I re-up
And just to sum it up, we shining all year long
When I was coming up they tried to tell me that was wrong
I had to run it up, and now I'm right where I belong
If all my niggas dead and gone, I gotta carry on

I pray the Lord have mercy on a nigga soul
We reminiscing, reminiscing 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 dough
I pray the Lord have mercy on a nigga soul
We reminiscing, reminiscing 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 dough

Yo
Tryna get my thoughts together
I say a prayer every day, hoping it all get better
I talk to God a lot, these verses is like open letters
I know that nothing really last forever
Like the past, the future don't exist, I know it's foul
But never focused on the present, know my presence is a gift
Just so happen to be good at rapping, 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 a microphone alone
Often took the long way home just to get those off my dome
Momma blowing up my phone, leave her message at the tone
I was getting in my zone, at times I felt so alone
Like how it feel to know that you the best and nobody know
Every punchline a chin check and a body blow
With all disrespect, you niggas still ain't fucking with me though
But never was
Every time they thought they had me down, I just leveled up

They all thought
I'm from Brooklyn, I rep Brooklyn all day
They killed Biggie
Y'all niggas is killing us and you fuckin'
This world is about money, money revolve around money
Just know that I'm from Brooklyn

I pray the Lord have mercy on a nigga soul
We reminiscing, reminiscing 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 dough
I pray the Lord have mercy on a nigga soul
We reminiscing, reminiscing 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 dough

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you liked that?
Hey motherfuckers
Joey Bada$$ has just moved, bitch
We talking New York, Brooklyn, motherfucker
Joey's the illest motherfucker doing this rap shit
You digg?
And go and buy this motherfucker shit right now
And tell your grandpa to get it too, motherfuckers
I want an album motherfucker

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