47 Goonz

[Intro]

This is from the real side

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it again

Hit it from the back, she a addict within

I got her on some shit like "I'm a get tatted for him"

She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denims

Remember it like it was yesterday

Another case of "I fucked your bitch, nigga" but a more clever way

Quarter in the room to elevate, said if you ever may

Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay

Catch me somersaulting my eyelids

Awakened from a dream, just perceived how I live

So it's make believe, rather unique

Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique

Hit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaks

Pack up a bowl and we ain't even eat

But we got a appetite for cookie creases and treats

And they all got tricks up they sleeve

[Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez]

I'm ashing on the bridge, Mary Jane, fuck your cigarettes

I'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessed

Hope the boys in blue don't arrest yours truly

Respect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry

47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruiting

I be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolie

I'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goons

Hotbox the whip and let smoke fill the room

Even through my lenses, my sense is on the moon

Dirty be the name and I came from the black lagoon

I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos

Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes

You would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapes

Had her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my face

Them Apex taking over like we running with Apes

What's the verdict? Nothing but a fucking disgrace, nigga

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]

Check

This ain't quiddtch but you know the snitch get caught

Then get bitched like the bitch she brought, throw your fit then walk

When they clip all of your Christmas thoughts

There's no giving when they take what you got

Placed in the crop circle, doc with a smock, see

Art what we drop, shopping cart with Da Vinci

Whimpering, leave that risk to your Pros

Wrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smoke

I'm strapped and irate, daps from the fake

Get me mad and I contemplate irrational mode

Don't think about nada, strung you by your collar

The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper

I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef

But toss the ensalada, peep the blue Impala

There's arrogant cops who stay intruding

Can't stop the 47 like protagonist in Absolution

Them wack rappers who track-eluding

Critic is a random student who use the Era as a new rap influence

Faster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluid

I still kill and you can't lose it