[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] I said listen: I'm just tryin' to make a livin' Fly to the sky, lifestyle, like some pigeon So listen to the words, that set behind this written Cause even on the Maury show: "I ain't ever kidding" Keep my head to the sky and my foot up on 'em clouds The sky's the limit then I ain't ever comin' down Said my fly like G6 and 747s And I be raisin' Hell till I find my way to Heaven Murder in the booth, definition of a dropped call My presence so right that, I come in and stop all Spittin' too much, can we send a n***a few halls Movin' all up, so hold the U-Haul Lil' n***a came up, 15; I snatched the microphone Better than these dudes that got twice my testosterone So you better show me gratitude for ? I'm tokin' And if you fly, then you gonna see me floatin' Futuristic sh**, stuntin' in the hovercraft Me plus a girl who really wanna do the aftermath Cause all I can do is just laugh hahaha Listen: laugh, laugh last; laughin at you rappers I troop on your swag cause I'm a snack-rapper She found out I wasn't rappin', wanted to lick the wrapper Gave me axe instead of gifts, like I'm the gift-wrapper So I reel her in, in like a snapper She started to do her dance, booty-clappin' like a clapper She started talkin' cuffing, she really started acting up I did the ghost, and I was gone like Casper Like my momma tell me not to mess with these hoes I'mma tell you rookies don't mess with no Pro So money, cars, and clothes be all a n***a knows There ain't no lyin', I'm the truth, you can tell by my nose Ain't no Pinocchios And that's just how the story goes So please stay tuned for the rest of the show