BK’S FINEST Lyrics – Joey Bada$$

Read the full BK’S FINEST lyrics by Joey Bada$$ along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Brooklyn
B-R-Double O-K-L-Y-N
Like that, I had it like that
Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn
Statik Selekta
I made it like that
BK Where I be at

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Aye, yo, came a long way from the streets of Brooklyn, Medina
Now I'm fu*king model hoes from (??)
You can blame the city I'm from for my crooked demeaner
Reason why I always gotta keep a nina (Bow, bow)
N!ggas might clean up nice, but know the God clean (The God clean)
Brooklyn keep on taking it, you n!ggas keep on faking it, yeah
My borough's thorough, n!gga, we made for this, yeah
We some grimey n!ggas, fu*k your baby mama, take your s*it (Yeah, haha)
Shout out to my n!ggas who made it out, tryna stay legit (Word up)
Where I'm from the dope boys the role models, yeah
Hov laid out the Blueprint, we tried to follow
Word to the Brooklyn's finest, rest in piece to Clark Kent
Make a nightmare out these street dreams, if you got pinched
I got shooters in every hood and best style super good (Bow, bow)
My flat bush n!ggas wish a n!gga would, yeah
My killer's in the floor, he lights you in the wood (Brrt)
Crown heights stay paid, my brown villain still dropping corpses, you should be afraid, ah

[Break]
BK
Brooklyn
What we live is what you read about
Wel-wel-welcome to Crooklyn
Represent, Brooklyn
Not at all, not at
Bk where I be at

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Peep the Steez and the way these hoes sweat us (Uh-huh)
These lames stressing over the throne, but Rome been better (These n!ggas washed)
Chin checkers, stylen' on lame n!ggas with thin chedder
Got venttas against ass betters and cheap leathers (Uh-huh)
Flee in Prada sweaters, locked up, she sent a lot letters, yeah
For the love of Rome, she do whatever, got her locked forever
Now I'm making brick guap from my acapelas
Started out with dope in my sock, rerock and extras (Uh-huh)
Fly arrogant, had to trap, infragant
Thousand for an ounce, the Rolex, dial Arabic
From dope boys to star wh*res, thought I did a magic trick (Haha)
You ain't half as lit, when my raps is like a acid trip
No smoke, your favorite rapper want a bag to sniff (Fu*k him)
A Percocet and a ghost writer to match the s*it
Copy, know good kids that caught bodies
And dope fiends that'll smoke you like Chris Montesanti (Bow, bow)

[Break]
BK
Brooklyn
What we live is what you read about
Wel-wel-welcome to Crooklyn
Re-Re-Represent, Brooklyn
Bk where I be at

[Verse 3: Kai Ca$h]
Uh, Cypress Hill to Clinton, huh
East New York the villain, all flat bush to the floors
Bedstuy boy at heart
Fought green, show me love, feeling like the old mix
Mobbing through Atlantic Mall, Lord
I order, personal Moet, to sip slow and check the Santos
Time waits for no man, I serenade the money
Romance, fond her with both hands
Hustle like a Connor boy,
Miu miu cartera roja, these diamonds getting gordy on me (Sheesh)
If rap ain't work, I woulda been robbing, on god, son
Used to rock a fade like Nas, but I'm borderline Jay like I coulda' been from Marcy
I never live with options, I knew my only job was to get it how I saw it
Think big, nothing small, we treat the clays like a garden
And ain't s*it sweet, but the suite we up top, watching players from a far
Like it's all we ever wanted, turn the humble s*it to hunger, n!gga, yeah

[Break]
Brooklyn
B-R-Double O-K-L-Y-N
Cause I want it like that, had it like that, yeah
Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn
Bk where I be at

[Verse 4: CJ Fly]
Yo, fu*k all the glamours and glits
Keep a hammer and wrench
So all you broke motherfu*kers get dismantled and fixed
I watered my money trees, cause I plan to be rich
OG put in pain in the Towns, like I ran with the Knicks
Ain't never Joshing around, cause you know I got heart
It's a dummy move to fu*k with me, you know that ain't smart
You think you invincible, but shoulda' known you a mark
I stay sharp and on point like I'm throwing the dart
On God, never missing my target, I'm like a marksman
Know some reputables from Jefferson Avenue down in Clarkson
Plus they ain't seeing me like I had dark tent, they hate to see my dark skin
I sharping my harpoon when I see shark fins
Heads start to turn soon as I walk in
And even if my exorcist and exorcise can tell you we ain't all kin
She gave me wood I filled her up like I was talking
Collect my royalties, because I'm someone who they call kin, it's Fly

[Outro: Joey Badass]
Brooklyn
Cause I want it like that, got it like that, had it like that
B-R-Double O-K-L-Y-N
Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn
Shout out all my n!ggas out in East New York, mane, you know what I'm saying
BK Where I be at
BK
Brooklyn
What we live is what you read about
To all my, my Red Hook n!ggas
Welcome to Crooklyn
Re-Re-Represent, Brooklyn
Don Coney Island n!ggas, yeah
BK Where I be at