THE FINALS Lyrics – Joey Bada$$

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[Intro]
Let’s get it
New York City, stand up
I’m back (That’s right)
Stupid or you dumb?
Knicks in the 6 n!gga, Joey in 1

[Verse]
What kinda Top Dawg is you?
You more Shih Tzu, you was cloned in the lab, dog, you artificial
You known for your label, not because your art official
And I ain’t gotta talk about how you broke you are to fix you
‘Cause when I send shots at you, it’d be hard to miss you
Ain’t gotta load the magazine just to press this issue
In fact, these ain’t even shots, they missiles
Tryna outclass the Bada$$? So I gotta dismiss you
You all bark, no bite, but hit dogs gon’ holler
Caught a couple strays, now it’s time I put ’em on a collar
I let ’em rot while while I charge ’em for top dollar
You’re the next n!gga getting dropped off the Top roster
And I’ma be the reason, okay, bet
You sick dog looking for beef with a seasoned vet
I euthanize sick pups, n!gga, you gon’ see
You barking up the wrong tree, think you fu*king with me?
It’s ’bout time Top let your ass off of the leash
Sound for five years, yet your biggest moment from me
Can’t nobody name a single song you ever released
Even Crashout wasn’t your original beat
Everytime Joey dropped, you see, he eats
I did more for you than the whole of TDE
It’s too bad, n!gga, you should have been signed to me
Somebody tell Top we ’bout to start TD East
Funny how they gotta use the pro names for promo
On the low though, I really think you n!ggas is homo
The way you let Dot d!ck sit in your mouth
This that same d!ck licking I was talking about
You n!ggas would do anything for the clout

Crash out over n!ggas who won’t even let you in they house
I bet you ain’t even got his number
It’s funny how the thirst is being disguised as hunger
Should have sat down, been humble, but now I gotta son you
This little ray of light’ll be the biggest shine of your whole life
I don’t just flow, I talk to your soul on the mic
You don’t want smoke with me, please, just give me a light
You need me to buzz, I’m light years beyond Ray
Want me to engage, so you mentioned my fiancé?
Clearly, I ain’t scared to get in the ring
I mean even Gervonta had to fight a couple bums just to be king
Fu*k around, leave me no choice to slay Vaughn
Sugar in your tank but you ain’t no Sugar Ray Vaughan
Gay Vaughn, keep punching up with them pillow hands
You ain’t even a middleman, you just a little man
Fu*k with me feet, we throw hands like Rayman
You ain’t no Ray Liotta, how much you made man?
S*it, I wouldn’t talk about your pocket, but ayy, man
You need a optician just to see Ray bands
Go fetch a coffee for your CEO
‘Cause judging by the numbers, clearly I can see he owed
Your mouth running ’cause your pockets run on low
I’m active and I’m acting, yeah
And that’s something only me and Pac would know (Facts)
Play with fire then you gon’ get burned
Listen and learn kid, you was better off as the intern
Better yet, a mascot, I been a beast with these flows
N!gga, you can ask Dot, Killuminati Part Two
Yeah, that was my last shot
And this the difference between that and Ruler’s Back, let’s be clear
I salute you Kenny but I know you well aware
You lookin for some competition? Then just know that I’ll be right here

[Outro]
Straight like that, look
Slime rap n!gga
Live and direct
I’m back
New York City, here and now repping
With Joey Bada$$
You gotta love it, yeah
That’s right
Joey
Yeah
The Finals, n!gga
And you failed the test, n!gga
Fu*king failed