Distance

[Intro: Joey Bada$$] Yeah (Uh, uh) Yeah (Uh) (And you know I got it) My mind [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Nigga life end if he startin' with me My niggas still goin’ hard in these streets Triple six, nigga, the mark of the beast I unlocked my potential, I'm feelin' unleashed, sheesh (’Leashed) I put that bitch on a leash, leash (Leash) Hit them all 'til they deceased, 'ceased (Deceased) Lord have mercy on all my enemies (Enemies) Know I may get it all by any means (By any means) No, I won't fold, I ain't coppin' no pleas (Pleas) Pull my dick out and she drop on her knees (Knees) Power P, he goin' dumb on the beat (Beat) I do not know who they want me to be [Chorus: Joey Bada$$] All of my my chains and I'm feelin’ so free I tried to tell ’em, I been a OG (Yeah, yeah) Tell me what they really know about me I don't think they really know anything Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast Everywhere I go, we 4-7 deep We gon’ run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah) Every last one of my niggas gon' eat [Verse 2: Issa Gold] She tryna fuck, make her lock her knees Can't hear you talk, I speak Guap-anese Wrappin' the work, I’ma cop a ki' Smoke out the V, tryna dodge police Nigga been stuck in his ways Bill Belichick, how I'm callin' out plays Causin' a wreck, hope I don't catch a case Watch how you step or my niggas will spray G-Mackin', keep the heater packin' (Uh-huh) See static, keep the reach slummin' (Uh-huh) Squeeze 'matic, see your team nappin' (Uh-huh) Wreak havoc, know my niggas cappin', that's a fact Nigga been lit, I've been knockin' out hoes Rollin' a zip, I'ma blow me a zone Twistin' ya lips, now you got to go Don't fuck with nigga, just leave me alone [Chorus: Joey Bada$$] All of my chains and I'm feelin' so free I tried to tell 'em, I been a OG (Yeah, yeah) Tell me what they really know about me I don't think they really know anything Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast Everywhere I go, we 4-7 deep We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah) Every last one of my niggas gon' eat [Verse 3: Erick The Architect] I'ma need more than a 20 at least Grew from the slum, now we reppin' the Beast (Woo) She got the cake, so I'm takin' a piece Make no mistake, I get play when I preach Walk like a G, I put teams in the gang Blessin' the karma that build up my name Dead on arrival, endurin' the painless All white huaraches in Europe, they trainers Too many rappers and not enough painters Frida or Dali, my palette like Monet No one can stop me, I'm too stubborn too Only get down when I'm stuck in the groove Wipe myself down and I'm bustin' a move Goldie, it's evident, ice out the tooth In the meantime, I got nothin' to prove Ride in the hoopty with nothin' to lose (Errt, errt) [Outro: Erick The Architect] Lose (Errt, errt) Lose (Errt, errt) Lose (Errt, errt)