Joey Bada$$, Styles P - SUPER PREDATOR lyrics

Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott [Brooklyn, New York. USA.]

[Joey Bada$$, Styles P - SUPER PREDATOR lyrics]

Yeah, just ride with a nigga
America's number one, you can bet on ya life!
Statik Selektah ride with a nigga like
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life!

Call me the general
Pushing that new agenda through
For my millennials
Troubled youth and the felons too
Tryna be perennial
But chance of livin' is minimal
She critical
Exactly what made my niggas criminals
Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain't no miracle
Word to Steezy, I’ma keep this shit lyrical
'Til I fall out my physical
All my verses is biblical, uh
Flowin' religiously, my delivery spiritual
Uh
Feelin' invincible, this here is nothin' new
This is just principle, take notes
If I were you they say I'm a clumsy king
How I be droppin' jewels but see
The funny thing is I got lots to lose
Never no fucks to give, only one life to live
So I exchange my negative for
A positive and it's all good Lord
The pen is way mighty than the sword
Who want war? I told you before

How I kicked in the door
With the rugged raw, back just to reinstall
What you niggas thought it was?
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a comer up
I can teach you a lesson
How to get your hunger up homie ya
How I kicked in the door
With the rugged raw back just to reinstall
What you niggas thought it was?
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a come up
About to teach you a lesson
How to get your fuckin' hunger up, nigga

Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the
Buddy never come free
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the
Buddy never come free

Super predator, filthy AmeriKKKa
Burn the newspapers and the editors
My dead presidents ain’t dead enough
Blew a zip to the head
Still ain't red enough
Pray to Jesus, hope he got you
No I'm not a chicken
I never listen to FOX News
Niggas built the country but never
Givin' they props due payin’ for my people
I'm still payin' for my pops dues
I'm royalty, my momma said it
I'm gold hearted, I'm scum headed
Lost soul in a promised land of promises
Gotta mask on, but no, I'm not anonymous
Built on my lonely, no accomplices
Light a L up for my accomplishments
I'm a real nigga, it's not a lot of 'em
If they were
Then the cops probably shot at 'em

Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the
Buddy never come free
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the
Buddy never come free

Yeah, I stomp the grounds in my Timberlands
Ain't nothin' colder than New York
When that December in the coldest shoulders
From average Joes and the simple mans
I pack the heat 'cause I'm
Known around to be simmerin'
That mean I'm finna hit the
Boilin' point like real soon
Man, I've been heatin' up
My self esteem been on the moon
The flow is hotter than volcanic
Craters near the equator
Any debaters is simply haters
They know that I'm greater
I be countin' my paper
Forever fuck all the majors
Did it all on my own
Don't owe nobody no favors
It's clear, I'm heir to the throne
I've been the best in my zone
Internationally known, forever Brooklyn's own
I mean, come on, but here's
For the Presidents, the Congressmen
The Senators who got us all slavin' while
They reapin' all the benefit's
Got the world thinkin' that it's true
'bout what they said of us
AmeriKKKa's worst nightmare
The super predator

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