24 Contributors. . . (Joey Bada$$ Response)* Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]

Low the Great

Ayy

Man

[Verse]

Niggas got the whole game fucked up

Only hit Low for the bop

So hit low for the chopped cheese on a roll

Tell Ock, "Chop, chop"

Circa 2011 in NY, dolo in the studio, breakin' bread with Shipes, gettin' his opinion on "L.T.M"

Then some lil' niggas on skateboards slid in, quiet as mice (Ssh)

Sooner than later, I would find out they were being attentive, i.e, great minds think alike

Silence is a prophet, probably why all these niggas talkin'

It was all a blur, blowing big dour by the O, word to mother

They relieved the era of the pros

Yeah, I brought the HiiiPower to the east coast

That's a double enten', I ain't got time to explain

EC, BC out in Brooklyn

Hoppin' turnpikes, dabbing up Fly and Steezy

Plus a lil' badass name ringin' bells on the internet

"'Member them kids on skateboards?"

I was partying in like we never met

Badmon tings, pine frying in the spliff, hitting like a cigarette

Me and Doe fell in love with the Backwoods, then became irrelevant, hmm

Come to find out STEEZ was the leader of the whole shit

Wish we could've bust it down more 'fore he transitioned

Fast forward, 4-7 on me permanently

Meanin', if you fucking with them, then you fucking with TDE

This a competitive game, niggas better be in shape

Catch you a friendly fade, then keep it that way

TDEast was a motherfuckin' stretch, real shit

Told niggas he was back in the gym, not just readin' no script

Quill was insensitive mentionin' that bridge

But y'all wasn't there when we was speaking at my intervention

And Vaughn Wick might've referenced Puff a lil' too much

But cuh wanted all the motherfuckin' smoke, hence why he was so blunt

I don't know you other niggas, I ain't ever knockin' no hustle

I'm just sayin', you might want to tap in before you end up in some trouble, huh

Thought you knew he was the mafia, huh

Big dogs on top of ya, huh

Pause on that, I put the paws on all y'all

And I got lockjaw, might wanna fall on back, all y'all whack (All y'all whack)

Niggas caught theyself tryna defend Dot

Hehe, haha

When gang knows this straight, dancing around stadiums sold out

It's best y'all back up, 'cause quite frankly, if he actually needed back up

Y'all know he'd just bring Soul out (Soul)

The blogs sayin' the coast done lost, that's a bad look

The homie literally just popped out and set the stage for y'all, what the fuck?

I got love for the Beast Coast, well, we the best one, west up

Quit bumpin' your gums, get back in the booth, stop playing with us (On God)

Got me feeling like ice cubes sitting in a glass half full

But I'm straight out of Carson, bringing the arson, lil' nigga, watch your attitude

Ayy, the new boom-bye yae-ga

The Bottega in Chuck Taylors

Might make Dre drop "Detox", and reunite Black Hippy, don't tempt me

Man

[Outro]

Soul

[Part II]

[Interlude: Elliott Wilson, DJ Hed & Jeremy Hecht]

Soul's the Boogeyman?

Nobody want to do that with Soul

(He's different)

Why? Why? I mean, I know he's dope but why?

Like, like, nobody want to do that with Soul

Soul's-, Soul not-, Soul not-

Soul not Dot

It ain't gon' be no bops

It ain't gon' be no- (You'll get f-)

[Intro: Ab-Soul]

Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yo Ray

Don't worry 'bout nun', we gon' get these bands, though

I see it, I see you

Ayy, man

Give me my props

Give me my, woo

Give me my props

[Verse]

Everything don't happen for a reason

Your bitch in Soul DM, I'm more in season

Yeah, I'm more appeasin'

I need me a Grammy just so I can piece it

Somebody get Moosa on the line

I'm still-

Joey my lil' homie, hold on, don't enter the void

If you knew, clear the room 'fore I seek and destroy

Bang, bang, bang, I'm so corrupted I wanna call out names

But that'll be a waste of my time

'Cause don't nobody want it with A-

B, don't forget the dash

Unless you make the Meta mad

Dollar sign-O-U-L you can fucking have (Yah)

Compliments to the company

Carson across my belly, I'll prove I won already

Bar none, don't cross the ninety-one without a pass

You gon' need credentials and premium gas

And I'ma slap Akademiks when I see him

[Outro: Ab-Soul]

Where you niggas from? (Huh?)

Where you niggas at? (Huh?)

Give my props, huh, huh

Give me my-, huh

Give my props, huh

Give me my-, huh, huh

Give my props!