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letra de we ball too win it - joey bada$, chilord johnson , choshane johnson

and that’s all people wanna see truthfully
don’t stop it bad, just keep it runnin’
and just ride with a n-gga like
just fly with a n-gga like
just vibe with a n-gga like
uh, uh, one-two
show you what this do, yo

it’s been a minute since they seen a style with no gimmicks
clouds is they limits ’cause we in ’em
eyes low, squinted, more ls but we winning
acting like it’s hard to find women when i’m in these hard-to-find linens
remember those days it was hard to find a living
but now we got ends, and it’s only the beginning
big pimpin’, fooling dimes, rob ’em for they innocence
cake like entenmann’s, flow sweet likе cinnamon
he a child but they treat him likе a bigger man
’cause when the pen in his hand, they big ’em up like he jigga man
know you see him in the mirror fam
the ones who say you ain’t hot be your biggest fan like, “n-gga, d-mn”
before he got popular, he been the man
with your chick in the cam, rolling through an instagram
got a whiff of grands, now everybody say they distant fam
know the haters still jelly, but f-ck it though; it’s the jam
it’s the f-ckin’ jam
sorry i kept y’all waiting
1999, ’til forever
the era, no better
nothing more, nothing less
progress

yeah, you remember back in the days
when n-ggas used to rock waves and sh-t?
when like, yo, i had the f-cking 360s, my n-gga
like n0body in the hood was f-cking with my sh-t
and that’s real sh-t

since ’95, momma been working nine-five
and i know the landlord fed up with our lies
so we pray to the gods, the jahs and the allahs
to keep us safe and watch our lives
cause all we tryna do is do good
put on my hood when i walk through hoods
cause these n-ggas these days is loco
you’ll get it in ya vocals if you ain’t a local
yeah, that’s why i’m tryna go global
yeah, that’s why i’m tryna be a mogul
and i’m hopeful that me spittin’ it soulful
will have me in the daily postal, flying coastal, eatin’ tofu
like i told you, i know n-ggas who trash rappin’
worried bout the trendin’ fashions rather than ascendin’ passion
they want me send ’em tracks but i just send ’em laughter
right after i start laughin’, they start askin’ “what happened?”
but back to the chapter
momma told me “follow dreams”, should never have to ask her to
so that’s what i do, became an mc master
since then it’s been a disaster for you and your favorite rapper
go ahead, ask ’em “who is joey bad?”
watch ’em gasp, asthma, d-mn, it’s so sad
he paused the chatter cause he know he rather back up
than to admit the kid is hotter than magma
but f-ck it, you gotta give credit where it’s due
cause you ain’t gon’ like the karma when it’s set up on you
it can get you on your medical, f-ck you up in the decimals
or get you 2 to 3 for residue found in your retinal
uh, and they told me not to be so complex
dumb it down to accomplish articles in complex
and the source — alfredo, of course
there i go again, steppin’ out of line, runnin’ off course
i heard reports that it’s like s-xual intercourse
with your thoughts when i talk about the shoes in which i walk
for it is not faux, nor false that this kid from the north
speaks with forced supports of reinforced assaults
i’m sure by now you can assume he never lost
unless with some form of divorce, or a corpse
born boss, no days off, child labor
let me see those in favor to spin that back like tornadoes
yeah
[2pac sample:]
what the rap audience ain’t ready for is a real person
you know what i wanna say: a real n-i-g-g-a
i’m coming at ’em 100% real, i ain’t compromising naythin’
anybody that talk about me got problems, you know what i’m sayin’
it’s gonna be straight-up, like if i was a street person
that’s how i’m comin’ at the whole world
and i’m being real about it and i’ma grow with my music

yeah, but it’s far from over
won’t stop ’til i meet hova and my momma’s in a rover
’til i’m an owner of the world’s finest motors
i blow like supernovas in your daughter’s room on a poster
known as history’s biggest musical composer
no disrespect to bob mar, but yeah, another stoner
marijuana my odor, and when i get older
hope my spermatozoa from my scr-t-m intercepts an ovum
like three times, have three kids
i hope me and my wife can show ’em not to make the same mistakes you know that we did
i hope they acknowledge the knowledge
cause yeah, they gon’ need it
cause when my parents tried to tell me, i just wouldn’t receive it
couldn’t believe it, till i saw with my own pupils
felt bad when i learned that their advice was truly useful
but f-ck it, only made us as human beings more mutual
even though over time, my punishments, they grew more crucial
should use the word brutal, cause my parents mad strict
hope one day i’ll attract the likes of even madlib
go gold on mad sh-t and hear my songs mastered
until then, all i can do is imagine
imagine, i’ma make it all happen

- joey bada chilord johnson choshane johnson

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