[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Guess who's back again
I'm known to make a f**er lose oxygen
Get sparked off in toxic drops of gin
Wait, stop, drop it in, roll over
Is what I told her, don't play games, I can't console her
Hand it over to the Pro like a controller
We overload her, she froze up, it was over
The Pros expose her, her ex propose her
They be like, "You ain't that hot", I know
But they still knock my door asking 'bout Jay Hova
My witness, label me, not the Cohen
I got the sickness, hit this, get fixed with the quickness, right
Another J, J blow like dynamite
The other day, I was poor, dine I might
Had nothing but a empty appetite
Now I live a crazy emcee rapper life
Big tings ah gwan, top shotta
k** 'em every show, rank's up like Shabba
Mr. Lover flow, hot off the top like lava though
I'm too hot, still sk**ing the pot
Turn ba** metals into gold
They ain't think alchemy before I go
Yummy, let me wrap up my meat then explode
Who am I? The fiery Pro
[Verse 2: Kirk Knight]