Joey Bada$$ - Like Me (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid) (Prod. by J Dilla, The Roots) | Текст песни

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• Like Me (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid) (Prod. by J Dilla, The Roots)

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[Produced by J Dilla & The Roots]

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
One time
What's the word
What's the word
What's the word
Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo
Turn me up on the headphones

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
If looks could kill I let the swank drill like a deadly weapon
I drop bombs on an enemy at any second
Look at me wrong I turn you to tomb stones
Lock you in the crosses, and you gone, then I throw my deuce up
Sip sangrita's with your señorita, like me gusta
See with that early morning cockadoo up to your rooster
I bet my cockiness will boost her confidence
Then you gon' with the way your highness went

[Refrain 1: Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid]
I bet she get low for a nigga like me
She get low for a nigga like me
I bet she get low for a nigga like me
Low for a nigga like me

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
So we burn the mary jane til' the third degree
Some niggas bitin' flows yo, that's burglary
Same niggas actin' like they never heard of me
A fuck nigga could get clocked, yo that's word to me

[Refrain 2: Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid]
He get blown for a nigga like
Get his head explode for a nigga like me
Put him on the floor for a nigga like me

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
My mind boggles when time toggles
In the ocean of stars it's hard to find goggles, we twist it up
So we put it in the air
Don't let the jay's start unravelling
We gettin' blown like a [?]
She throw it back like she time travelin'
Rocked the boat so well, she jumped out and started paddling
I'm screaming "land ho!" 'bout to hit for sure
I motorboat it slow then I ripped the flow
I'm pretty sure, like nice beat, this that
Even at my weakest I still leave her speechless
How you like those peaches?
Find me rotting the apple
'Bout to bump so plump, 'bout to lock in the grapple
Feeling like the highest man about to tackle
Facts like the chat under the cap of the Snapple
Cats get decapitated for actin' a fool
Blacks get their ass sprayed just for makin' a move

[Refrain 3: Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid]
We get high and say "fuck the police"
That’s why we get high and say "fuck the police"
That’s why we get high and say "fuck the police"

[Verse 4: Joey Bada$$]
Cause every time I make a move they be sweatin' me
They want another black man in penitentiary
It's even hard for that man standing next to me
Cause he could catch a bullet that was really meant for me
It's like every step bring me close to destiny
And every breath I get closer to the death of me
I'm just tryna carry out my own legacy
But that place I call home (It ain't lettin' me)

[Refrain 4: Joey Bada$$]
You can't get by if you don't respect an OG
You can't get by if you don't respect an OG
You can't get by if you don't respect an OG

[Verse 5: Joey Bada$$]
Cause every corner I turn a nigga testing me
And every morning I mourn just for the less of me
Sometimes I ask the Lord why he be blessing me
And not my brothers who's souls now rest in peace

[Refrain 5: Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid]
I pray there hope for a nigga like me
Hope for a nigga like me
Just pray there hope for a nigga like me

[Verse 6: Joey Bada$$]
I'm something like the chairman of the board, ranted
I feel, invincible, like McMahon
One of the last original emcees that's left standing on the planet
Strike like a meteor, do remedial damage, damnit
Cats can't stand it, get they ass handed and branded
By the lyrical New York City bandit
True warrior like brim bandit
Yo some cats claim they fly but rea

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