Joey Bada$$ - Big Dusty lyrics

Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y'all, check, check, check
Check it out y'all)
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
(Check it out y'all, check, check, check
Check it out y'all)
Check my style, check, check, check it out

Fuck jumping the broom, honey moons, I
I hit the pot
Soak me up like a mop, know I'm up
Know there's levels
Staring down at the devil, hello
Guess I got the memo
Pulling strings like Geppetto, you
Just a puppet, fellow
I came out of the tomb, don’t drop a L, uh
You don't want to see the evils
Which I dwell in hell
To excel, this shit never fails
Always excels
They been swallowing sons before
The double XL
Sex cell, ex ask why it never work out
I guess I exercise too much, when I work out
Shows too turnt out, return home burnt out
Now I got to hear all the shit
That you heard 'bout can I live? What
These niggas want me off a bridge?
If I say it's turnt down
Do I burn that shit?
Truth is, if it ain't real, I don't feel it
If it don't hit my spirit
I don't get near it
And that's point blank period
Know some niggas that fear it
Same niggas who know that we the illest
Lines so deep a great shark is what I reel up
Hit the flow and it can't go
Realer, my whole camp gorillas, nigga

(Check, check, check it out)
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jack my style
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jack my style jack, jack, jack it out
(Check my style)

I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's
Realest illest niggas I know
See these foes biting the flows
They even jooks the pose
I guess my CD really shaking the coast
Cause this really be the year that I feast
Capisce?
Nothing defeats the beast, I speak my piece
Know niggas in the streets that
Heat seek for me release and squeeze
Might put a Halloween between your spleen
Retreat or trickle down to your
Last pound of green know what I mean?
This shit is like taking
Candy from the babies
Under these rappers is just a
Bunch of Now and Laters they too sweet
Plus they lease their Mercedes
Can't be second greatest
I'm the best and def your favorite
My flow in-depth nigga, I got my wave up
It's either get your tidal waved
Or you could be my neighbor
Cause if I can't eat, then you can't either
I need to know, need the pizza dough
Fuck I'm spitting ether for?

Yeah nigga
Reigning rap supreme in this bitch
Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too
What the fuck you gon' do when
The Era come for you?

Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jock my style
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Check my style, check, check, check it out
Don't jock my style

And I'm from the blocks where they sell
Cell blocks rock my mental
See them fake thugs that you
See before can't even spell
My flow spill with words you can’t pronounce
Stories you can’t tell

Check my style check, check, check it out
Check, check it out

Welcome back y'all, you're listening to WPRO
Brooklyn that was "Big Dusty"
The new single from Joey Bada$$ and
I am turning on the A
C 'cause that joint is hot joey is here in
The studio with us right now say "Hi" Joey
And tell the people where you from yeah, is
This mic on? Oh yeah, like, you know, i'm
From, I come from Brooklyn
New York you know
I was born and raised but ah, my my
Parents from the Caribbean you know
My ma's from
St lucia and my pa's from Jamaica so
You know I play pretty close to my roots