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("Go Brooklyn!")
 Said, what it's like?
 Joey Bad' and Chuck Strangers
 Leave niggas endangered
 It's the real, yo, what's the word word?
 Pass the herbs, check
 My man Dirty had the buddha just to put me in my right mind
 I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines
 Sight dimes wit' slight closed eyes, I'm slight sober
 Ma, you ain't that girl at giving throat, so bye
 F it, I'm bipolar, took shorty to the backroom
 Play charades, she actin' like a vacuum
 Showed her to the door before the afternoon
 She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon
 Fake MC's get their reps ruined
 Young villain hop up on the track then the track doomed
 Click-clack-boom, resurrecting boom-bap from the tombs
 Raps dope like crack in cocoons
 Back in this mood, back on the move
 It's the motherfucking real, nigga chill act cool
 Pay respect to the cat Drew
 And I'm way too blessed to be throwing shots at you
 Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
 Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
 I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life
 Just remember homeboy, there ain't no free way to life
 My nigga, it's gon cost you, try not to lose your soul
 To the rims, hoes, and gold
 'Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain't letting go
 And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong
 I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs
 I know how to rip thongs, and I'm pretty good at beer pong
 Nigga, I'm so crazy, nigga I'm loco
 Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor
 Bitch, we out the door, vroom, vroom, skrrt
 Bitch love don't live here no more
 'Cause her weave look faker than her Louis bag
 Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down
 Heard this song and turned around, now she want me to unzip her pants
 But I'm gone, bitch missed her chance
 Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
 Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
 Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
 Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era (check)
 I got sick of class, started making classics
 Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses
 I'm sure to blow like bust acid
 Puff, assist like Maravich, a true Maverick
 And I average above average on an average day
 Doing bad shit, bet you still can't pass this
 And his teacher still pass him
 Though they adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons
 Like fuck trigonometry, I'm trying to multiply monopolies
 Subtract some homies then divide the cheese
 Divide legs just to isosceles, so my eyes can see through the E
 Shit on your hypotheses
 Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes
 You can't stand here unless you pay a posture fee
 Part the cheese, head out the spot and leave
 A pile of G's for apology
 Joey Bad' and Chuck Strangers
 Leaving niggas endangered
 Danger, danger
 Joey Bad' leaving niggas endangered