My Yout

[Produced by Chuck Strangers]

[Intro]

Badman Ting

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

Uh, just put it in the air

Light that loud and watch disappear here

Thoughts at the speed of light years, I could see the light

Yeah, this the right year made the flow, yeah

Clear and easy to steer in the space and time erasing fine

Amazing in the maze of clichés

Each day weighs out enlightenment

Niggas blacked out 'cause I got ultra violent

Now my wave lengths to the radio waves

Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change

My patio the same, but I ain't even got to tell them that

Poppy leave them dimes at my welcome mat

Get high as heavens, hope he'll never come back

I'm like 5'11, but have angelic contact

The devil jealous in fact, 'cause I rebel the spells

With a letter to God, I swear you know me so well

This one time, I said, "Lord, would you help?"

Some short time after, see my music on the shelf

And of course, I gotta thank myself

My wealth is in my happiness and mind

And not my pocket health in its ashes

If you don't even think sometimes

If its passion let relationships synchronize

Drowning inside her, true eyes is to the higher

I don't drink too much, I know the bud wiser

It's the livest one, Bedford-Stuyvesant

[Chorus: Collie Buddz]

Yo dogs, I got the loud

Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like

I sky high, my sky high

Ay, sky high, sky high

Yo dogs, I got the loud

Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like

I sky high, my sky high

Ay, sky high, sky high

[Verse 2 Joey Bada$$]

Uh, one hand on the mac, one hand on my sac

I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it back?

But I gotta hand it to myself, I’m handling rap

Handsome versing that’s like hand-in-hand combat

Rehearsing, I got eight arms, nigga

Disarm your favorite rapper, he won’t come back

Made flex drop eight times, nigga

On contact, rewind that like eight times

Got to keep it G, this for my masons

Figure it out, eight times, the average amount

I may sign which I don’t like lime light but I’ll shine witcha

Bitch, I gotta eat, I might dine witcha

Yeah, I got bars but I’m like Akon witcha

Convict music for real, this industry give me chills

'Cause in the streets I’m chill but still heating up for a mill

I’m like so real, life is so surreal

Sosa really got sealed for the way he revealed

Taking hold of pitchforks still, but I will never yield

In this pitchfork hold thinking I gotta appeal

'Cause I'm thinking like a deal could get me living swell for real

But if I skyfall, thinking ideal

[Chorus: Collie Buddz]

Yo dogs, I got the loud

Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like

I sky high, my sky high

Ay, sky high, sky high

Yo dogs, I got the loud

Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like

I sky high, my sky high

Ay, sky high, sky high

[Verse 3: Collie Buddz]

Selling LPs and CDs

Grassroots with grassroots, seeds on [civis?]

Five finger discount weed leaves,

Exceptionally speaking determination

Breeds success and proceeds,

Feds want the photos and IDs

Into them blood like IVs

Cause every youth

Want the newest Nikes

Straight jeans and white tees

But these things will get pricey

[Outro: Joey Bada$$]

And I'm gone, hitting knowledge

And I'm hitting the strong

I've been hurting way too long

And I can't wait too long

And I'm gone, hitting knowledge

As I'm hitting the strong,

I've been hurting way too long

I can't wait too long

I've been hurting way too long

I can't wait too long