Lettin' Off Steam (feat. Joey Bada$$) (Explicit)-DJ Premier/Joey Bada$$/Jo-Vaugn Virginie

作曲 : Jo-Vaugn Virginie/Chris Martin/A. Markeith Reid [Intro] Joey Bad & Big Preem and we lettin' off steam And we still came back for that green, mane Yeah, yeah, yeah, still rap supreme, ayy Yeah, yeah, hold up (Now look at 'em) Wait, I said [Verse 1] Paint my thoughts on imaginary canvas I take no loss, I can't give these niggas chances I put my all in each and every single stanza I do it for the love, they just do it for the camera I don't need no fame or no glamou I just need some money in the bank and my hammers House in the Hamptons, mansions in Miami And Pateks for my legacy, I can't forget my family First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy Give it all I got, yeah, I don't need no plan B I be with them shotters, I been on a kill spree You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me They be like "Chill, B", I be like "**** that" Time to let them feel me, don't call it a comeback Hit 'em with a punchline, call it lyrical combat When I drop the album, that's gon' kill 'em on contact Ridin' with that compact .40 on me, homie you might really wanna calm that Opps get smoked like a bomb pack Watch me like Comcast, y'all see the contrast Niggas put they souls in they mother****in' contracts We ain't even on that, we don't even condone that *****, I had to own all that, tell 'em switch up for the format Flow way needed and that Gentleman Cognac Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas "Hold that" [Chorus] Joey Bad and Big Preem, man, we the supreme team, look Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green [Verse 2] Say when then I let it fly like bullets off the boulevard of Linden So duck down or die, straight shots when I send 'em Apply pressure or break tendons I'm bonecrusher, I'm big business, you niggas need fitness I can show y'all the real flexe First I raise the bar, then raise they ledge When the stakes is high, I gave all effort You niggas ain't steppin' correct, you two left foot I put it all on me, versus whoeve Call me Joey McCaffrey, I hardly drop the ball eve Check the stats sheet, still don't see no errors Men lie, women lie, them numbers however, always add up Tell them niggas "Catch up" Ready for them opportunities that I don't pass up You can get smoked lil' nigga, don't get gassed up Leavin' no hope for you niggas, that's a bad look Got your niggas mad shook Scared to death, scared to book A show in my city, probably get your chain took 'Cause them Brooklyn niggas really ain't nothin' to **** with Blow your brains in broad day, right out in public So speak on the God and it better be in high regard 'Cause word get around and them bullets travel really fa I got hitters on my squad who ready to take a charge Keep it on deck for any nigga tryna pull my card [Chorus] Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green Know what I mean?