Joey batting big preem, and we lettin' off steam
And we still came back for that green, man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, still raps preem, man
Yeah, yeah, hold up
Man, look at him
Wait, I said
Paint my thoughts on imaginary canvas
I take no loss, I can't get these chances
I put my all in each and every single stance
I do it for the love, they just do it for the camera
I don't need no fame or no glamour
I just need some money and a bank in my hammers
House in the Hamptons, mansions in Miami
A palace for my legacy, I can't forget my family
First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy
Give it all I got, yeah, I don't need no plan B
I be with them shotas, I been on the kill spree
You gon' need a doctor, you gon' have to bill me
They be like, chill B, I be like, f*** that
Time to let them feel me, don't call it a comeback
Hit them with a punchline, call it a comeback
Lyrical combat
When I drop that album, that's gon' kill them on contact
Riding with that compact
40 on me, homie, you might really wanna calm that
Ops get smoked like the bomb pack
Watch me like Comcast, y'all can see the contrast
Put they souls in they f***ing contracts
We ain't even on that, we don't even condone that
B***h just had to own that
Tell them switch up the format
Flow way neater than that gentleman Kona
Shots to the head, tell you
Ola
Yeah, Joe, we bad as Big Pring, man, be the supreme team, huh, look
Joe, we bad as Big Pring, came to collect the green
Say when then, I let it fly like bullets off the boulevard of Linden
So duck down and die straight shots when I send them
Apply pressure to break tendons
I'm bone crusher, I'm big business
You f***ing need fitness
I can show y'all the real flexor
First I raised the bar, then raised they ledger
When the stakes is high, I gave all effort
You f***ing ain't steady, you f***ing ain't steady
Let me correct, you too left foot
I put it all on me versus whoever
Call me Joey McCaffrey, I hardly drop the ball ever
Check the stat sheet, still don't see no errors
Men lie, women lie, them numbers, however, always add up
Tell them n***a catch up
Ready for them opportunities that I don't pass up
You can get smoked, little f***, don't get gassed up
Leaving no hope for you, that's a bad look
Got your n***a smashed up
Scared to death, scared to buck
A show in my city, probably get you chained up
Cause them Brooklyn n***as really ain't nothing to f*** with
Blow your brains in broad day, right out in public
So speak on the guard, and it better be in high regard
Cause word get around, and them bullets travel really far
I got hitters on my squad, who ready to take the charge
Keep it on deck for any n***a trying to pull my card
Joey bandit, big bank, ain't a collector, great, no one that make
Joey bandit, big bank, ain't a collector, great, no one that make
Joey bandit, big bank, ain't a collector, great, no one that make
Look at em