Intrumental 1: "Grindin' My Whole Life" by HS87
[Hook: Joey Bada$$]
Bad man ting, it's a bad man ting (x4)
Bad man (x9)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I've been swankin' my whole life n***a, know I'm talkin' 'bout
Been killin sixteens since like sixteen n***a, bring the coffin out, uh
See me in the street better hide your wife n***a, know I'm talkin' 'bout
'Cuz if I [?] about that swipe n***a
Take them jeans off, let me explore ya
As I slide right through that clitoris
Got yo' bitch hooked, just like this chorus
Bustin' a third out, wonder where your whore is, gorgeous
Goldilocks you like poor rich
Bitches ain't be loyal couldn't afford the rent
So I give em big dick like it's cummin' since
Seen the thing they drop it down, money time is spent
If you ain't fuckin' then you got to go, baby don't waste my time
Been fuckin' on the low, do her man know, that business ain't mine, uh
Pass it to mi hermano in her spinal
She scratched me up like the vinyl
If not for me do it for the Vine-yl, ah
Know I'm talkin' 'bout
Been killin' sixteens since like sixteen n***a, know I'm talkin' 'bout
Swankin' my whole life n***a, know I'm talkin' 'bout
[?] and Joseph in London what up
[Hook]

Instrumental 2: "No Flex Zone" by Rae Sremmurd
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
All my life I been around crips and bloods
[?] trigger happy [?]
Claim the slums and all the hoods that they from
Too much of the sum, gotta twist it up
Wind it in the rat race, cash straight, the fate til' [?], the stake is too late, my [?]late
And I can see your mind strafe
Comin' at me sideways, straighten up
Don't face your luck, give me the buck
My cash raker went up, uh uh
Lookin' back in the days amazed, 'cuz the lab rat done made it out the maze
[?] feel pain, the rage, no
Use the underground rail road like the runaway slave
Broke off your chain still runway fresh
Got you on the mental plane with my project jet
Two steps above that, nimbus cloud, my limits is now
Gonna smoke it on the loud, hookahs in it now
When the lotus is around, [?] the [?] sounded profound
Why you will be proud about
I don't need events to even shout me out
Pac-a-pac-a-Pacquiao, can't box me out
Yeah, yeah
No flex-tion, No flex-tion
Instrumental 3: "0 to 100" by Drake
[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Aight, I'll just freestyle this shit
Uh
I'm the only one that get the job done
Smokin' big Ls, n***a thats a big pun, uh
I do this for my greats
See me in the bathin' apes chillin' hot steaks, whoo
Sugar like sweet, livin' life lavish in the hotel suite, uh
Hit up my n***a Kirk what it is
Homie got another chick, and she deal with big
Livin' up, smoking' on the cig
'Bout to roll the spliff, but we got like, six minutes to hit the mix
Double y'all up in it, we get twisted and lifted
But we just hit the shit so
Whatever you want n***a, I'm with it
N***as know we ridin' on the tops downs with it
Get it cut, cut, cut in the swisha
N***as really know if you wanna fukin' with 'ya
What you wanna do yeah, London town
American boy 'bout to [?] the sound
Bring the thunder sound, when we come around
Real quick, n***a real quick
Before the money 'bout to hit them real quick
When they get hit with the shit, it's real shit, uh (Gunshots)