Joey Bada$$ - Flow-ers lyrics
Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Joey Bada$$ - Flow-ers lyrics]
Now, If I ain't know no better
I coulda been sucked right up into the setup
But I kept my head up
And everytime I failed I would get up
See I ain't need no nines and berettas
I kill with the lines and the letters
With the verbs and the nouns
Just a kid trynna get his sound heard around
Jump into cyphers, and keep the old timers
Astounded
They said he was the best in his surroundings
Cause everyone around him would drown him
In the fair one, no one son could pound him
With the lyrics, you pray you hear it
They said his bad hood couldn't
Match his good spirit
And one day his mom and dad, will be cheering
To his grammy nomination and proclamation
To his world domination
Inauguration into greatness
From making rations to caking
2 AM he be up like addict he's an
Addict alarm clock pop he back at it
Barely got any sleep, but, he gotta eat
Cause ain't shit cheap and his soul
Is torned out of feet he got dreams
But don't plan on sleeping until he reach 'em
Until you all feast him
Paying houses where you sleep in
Until his album ready and his fans get
It leaking just for sneak peaks and
Until then, his home is the booth
He spittin' to the plaque it's
Poofed off his tooth like Hocus Pocus
Or word he's too focused you should quote it
His goal is the denial that he wrote it
Flowin' like oceans and menstruals
Ink from the pen, lies within my credentials
They told me that I could be mental
But mommma always said that I was special
Haters tell me I should stop
My enemies tryin' see me in the box
So the streets tell me to cop
A Glock and pop it
But something down deep tells me
I'm the next prophet
Like the new Muhammad or
The new Marcus Garvey or probably
It makes sense why I'm so heavily guarded
Wait, no, please restart it
I'm heavenly guarded
It's the golden child and for a while
God been looking down with a smile
Watchin' me prosper
Attackin' with the raps and then conquer
The junior Frank Sinatra
Rapping out the Opera
You should spectate in the booth
With a suit and binoculars
Like nigga it's a honor
It's motherfuckin' honor
I coulda been sucked right up into the setup
But I kept my head up
And everytime I failed I would get up
See I ain't need no nines and berettas
I kill with the lines and the letters
With the verbs and the nouns
Just a kid trynna get his sound heard around
Jump into cyphers, and keep the old timers
Astounded
They said he was the best in his surroundings
Cause everyone around him would drown him
In the fair one, no one son could pound him
With the lyrics, you pray you hear it
They said his bad hood couldn't
Match his good spirit
And one day his mom and dad, will be cheering
To his grammy nomination and proclamation
To his world domination
Inauguration into greatness
From making rations to caking
2 AM he be up like addict he's an
Addict alarm clock pop he back at it
Barely got any sleep, but, he gotta eat
Cause ain't shit cheap and his soul
Is torned out of feet he got dreams
But don't plan on sleeping until he reach 'em
Until you all feast him
Paying houses where you sleep in
Until his album ready and his fans get
It leaking just for sneak peaks and
Until then, his home is the booth
He spittin' to the plaque it's
Poofed off his tooth like Hocus Pocus
Or word he's too focused you should quote it
His goal is the denial that he wrote it
Flowin' like oceans and menstruals
Ink from the pen, lies within my credentials
They told me that I could be mental
But mommma always said that I was special
Haters tell me I should stop
My enemies tryin' see me in the box
So the streets tell me to cop
A Glock and pop it
But something down deep tells me
I'm the next prophet
Like the new Muhammad or
The new Marcus Garvey or probably
It makes sense why I'm so heavily guarded
Wait, no, please restart it
I'm heavenly guarded
It's the golden child and for a while
God been looking down with a smile
Watchin' me prosper
Attackin' with the raps and then conquer
The junior Frank Sinatra
Rapping out the Opera
You should spectate in the booth
With a suit and binoculars
Like nigga it's a honor
It's motherfuckin' honor