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MY TOWN Lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]

(Kirk on the beat)

These niggas must've forgot, man

Ayo, y'all nigga must've forgot, man (New York City)

Ha

Y'all niggas done fucked up now, man (You are now rockin')

Know I'm sayin', are you stupid, are you dumb? (With Joey Bada$$)

Y'all niggas thought this was, man? (Yeah)

Nigga, fuck a 20v1, nigga, I take anybody (Ayo)

Take all y'all niggas, man (Grr)

Y'all niggas want? (Badmon)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

Look, your days is numbered like days of summer (Uh-huh)

Rain or shine, I'ma bring that thunder

You talkin' like I can't see light, yeah, okay

The question is it, me v. you or you v. Ray?

Either way these L's gettin' passed out

Lights off, when I black out

Swervin' in the lane with me, better crash out

You niggas light weight, I swear I ain't evеn maxed out

No matter what stage thеy put you on, you still assed out (Ha-ha)

Your thirst for attention is sad

Nothing you could say could take away that sus shit you said on VLAD (Ayo)

I would say, I'ma get on your ass, but you might like that (Ayo)

I'm smokin' all you niggas in the blunt, this the 'Lyt pack

The irony for months, they told Joey to fight back

Now, every punch line, they need a crutch and a ice pack

I'm silly with the upper cuts, theres video proof (Facts)

Fuck y'all niggas still tweetin' for? Get in the booth

I'm really the truth, got better off callin' a truce

Better yet, get the general, I'm killing his troops (Grrt)

I put the last nigga in a body bag

Now I just spun back to get his dog tag (Grrt)

Thought I told y'all, niggas ain't fuckin' with me, rhyme for rhyme

They ain't war ready, they more ready for Comic-Con (Haha)

Who want it with the rap phenomenon? Take a number, fall in line

I'ma get through the day fast like Ramadan

I'm the real bogeyman, y'all niggas should be afraid

Fuck takin' y'all so long? You niggas seven days

All 'em shots y'all took and I ain't even get grazed

Sonnin' y'all, Kanan ain't the only thing gettin' raised

Triple entendre, don't even ask me how I packed him out

Punch lines pack a Pacquiao (Boom-bow)

Tell 'em real bars is back in style (Bang)

And y'all niggas gettin' smoked like Black & Milds, chill

I heard the streets call you "Quill"

No wonder why your feathers ruffle

Bird nigga teach a man to scuffle (Teach 'em)

I'm a gladiator, word to Russel

Flexing on you niggas and I ain't even had to move had to move a single—

The kid from West Brook' got the whole West cooked (Uh-huh)

They jabs weak now, heard they workin' on they best hook (Uh-huh)

Look, Ray Vaughn was so last week

Now, I'm hearing shit about some nigga named "Ass Cheek"

Who wanna be the next victim?

How many Top Dawgs will it take to sick 'em? (I'm sick)

Tryna take a bite out the apple, it's just forbidden (Ha)

I'ma break them down 'til the atom, this split 'em, when I hit 'em

With the finisher, eyes on the prize, hand on my fire, don't make me pull it sir

Better be wise

'Cause if it would occur, I'm dottin' T's and cross your I's like Whitaker

The plot is now thicker than Vivica Fox is (Uh-huh)

I'm killin' ya, really the villain, I'm back and restoring the feeling

Y'all niggas is really the fillings

Nothin' but my childrens, these flows could break ceilings, knock buildings down

Told y'all niggas "I'm back," I know you feel it now

And that was cute making it seem like you predicted my bars

When in reality you heard my freestyle since March

I'm calling your bluff, you wanna see me 'cause you runnin' from Lux

[Verse 2: Loaded Lux, Joey Bada$$ & Both]

When niggas who say they want power, ghost the script (That's right)

Post the the battle, you don't commit

But what I can do is put it on wax, you know it's lit, hold up, nigga

This bitch skateboardin' and doing tricks (Uh-huh)

Oh, I'm a shoo-in, I was just at Jordan with the kickflips (Nigga)

What we doing? East to the West, that's crossroads for you and never we intersect (Woo)

Line for line and hashtag it (Uh-huh)

This ain't 'bout good kids or badasses (Damn)

It's when punks who talk like they want it, don't have at its

It's for the palace, pour the chalice, I'm a king, you a challenger

This light work and my aura on Aurora Borealis

Ignore the challenge, hype me up, nigga, I want all the value

Cut it out, 'cause for the record we ain't talking songs and albums or performing ballads just [?]

Or rhetorical talent, get swiped, at me, ain't valid

Can't chase 'em, so bank on 'em to come and get that check

Then he puts it all in the balance to fall over flat

Tried to climb the mountain and he broke his back

LA strips, players and six-fours with [lift?] chambers, how you switch up?

You ain't hit us like mama, the whips raised in

My slip hangin' a [?], [Raymon?] the kitchen, don't miss

Thing in position, her kid came in here sniffing, I'm cookin though

This troll nigga fakin, making window shop payments

I'm serious, I'm a mannequin show 'em, displaying

And he gon catch a fit he can't hang with

Tee Grizzley, I'm big gaming, the Knicks head coach, I'm putting pain in

You been on the ropes (Woo)

That's why you wear that ski mask, careers on a slope (Huh)

Your shit playin' freeze tag, you been going for broke

End game, Joey out here lightin' you up

Niggas playin' with your name

I'm just sayin'

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]

Shit, they thought it was a game, man

Shit, catch me court side, Knicks game, man

Huh, I ain't playin', man (Ha)

Yeah, that's right, look (That's right)

[Outro: Joey Bada$$]

This the home of the 9/11, the place of a lost choppers (Yeah)

We still bangin', nigga, we ain't never lost power

You now fuckin' with the BK Batman, Harlem assasain

Line 'em up, we toe-tagging, nigga

Uh, welcome to New York City (Yeah)

Yeah, welcome to New York City (Yeah)

Uh, I'm from New York City

That's right, I'm from New York City, nigga

Uh (This what New York City sound like)

Respect that ho

Yeah, really like that

I'm really like that (Facts)

Fuck you niggas thought, man?

(Man, the Harlem assassin)

What happenin'?

From the birthplace of Michael Jordan

The home of Biggie Smalls, nigga

The home of H-O-V, nigga

Stay in your lane

Find somethin' safe to play with, this ain't a game

(Kirk on the beat)