[Produzido por J Dilla & The Roots]

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
One time
What's the word
What's the word
What's the word
Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo
Turn me up on the headphones

[Verso 1: Joey Bada$$]
If looks could kill I let the swank drill like a deadly weapon
I drop bombs on an enemy at any second
Look at me wrong I turn you to tomb stones
Lock you in the crosshairs and you gone, then I throw my deuce up
Sip sangritas with your señorita, like me gusta
See what that early morning cock will do up to your rooster
I bet my cockiness will boost her confidence
Then you gon' wonder where your highness went

[Refrão 1: Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid]
I bet she get low for a n***a like me
She get low for a n***a like me
I bet she get low for a n***a like me
Low for a n***a like me

[Verso 2: Joey Bada$$]
So we burn the mary jane til' the third degree
Some n***as bitin' flows yo, that's burglary
Same n***as actin' like they never heard of me
A fuck n***a could get clocked, yo that's word to me

[Refrão 2: Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid]
He get blown for a n***a like me
Get his head explode for a n***a like me
Put him on the floor for a n***a like me

[Verso 3: Joey Bada$$]
My mind boggles when time toggles
In the ocean of stars it's hard to find goggles, we twisted up
So we put it in the air
Don't let the j's start unravelling
We gettin' blown like a javelin
She throw it back like she time travelin'
Rocked the boat so well, she jumped out and started paddling
I'm screaming "Land, ho!" 'bout to hit for sure
I motorboat it slow then I ripped the flow
I'm pretty sure-like nice beaches-that
Even at my weakest I still leave 'em speechless
How you like those peaches?
Find me rotting the apple
'Bout to bump so plump, 'bout to lock in the grapple
Feeling like the highest man about to tackle
Facts like the tat under the cap of the Snapple
Cats get decapitated for actin' a fool
Blacks get their ass sprayed just for makin' a move
[Refrão 3: Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid]
We get high and say "fuck the police"
That’s why we get high and say "fuck the police"
That’s why we get high and say "fuck the police"

[Verso 4: Joey Bada$$]
Cause every time I make a move they be sweatin' me
They want another black man in penitentiary
It's even hard for that man standing next to me
Cause he could catch a bullet that was really meant for me
It's like every step bring me close to destiny
And every breath I get closer to the death of me
I'm just tryna carry out my own legacy
But the place I call home ain't lettin' me

[Refrão 4: Joey Bada$$]
You can't get by if you don't respect an OG
You can't get by if you don't respect an OG
You can't get by if you don't respect an OG

[Verso 5: Joey Bada$$]
Cause every corner I turn a n***a testing me
And every morning I mourn just for the less of me
Sometimes I ask the Lord why he be blessing me
And not my brothers whose souls now rest in peace
[Refrão 5: Joey Bada$$ & BJ The Chicago Kid]
I pray there's hope for a n***a like me
Hope for a n***a like me
Just pray there's hope for a n***a like me

[Verso 6: Joey Bada$$]
I'm something like the chairman of the board, rantin'
I feel invincible like McMannon
One of the last original emcees that's left standing on the planet
Strike like a meteor, do remedial damage, damnit
Cats can't stand it, get they ass handed and branded
By the lyrical New York City bandit
True warrior like rembrandt
Yo some cats claim they fly but really been landed
I really can't stand it
Let me take a seat, this where Rosa Parks her bum, now
Make some room for me
PE in your beeper, hun you can read it and weep
My old hoes call me now, leave a message after the beep
I don't wanna speak no I don't wanna speak
I don't wanna speak no I don't wanna speak
I just wanna be good, I just wanna be
I just wanna be free

[Refrão 5]