Big Dusty (Explicit) - Joey Bada$$

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 my style check check check it out

F**k 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 up 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 sh*t never fails always excels

They been swallowing since 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 sh*t 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 sh*t

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 ni**a

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 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 bitin' 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

Sh*t it's like taking candy from the babies

All of these rappers are 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 ni**a 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 f**k i'm spittin' ether for

Yeah ni**a

Reigning rap supreme in this b**ch

Cause b**ches lie niggas lie numbers too

Cause b**ches lie niggas lie numbers too

B**ches lie niggas lie numbers too

B**ches lie niggas lie numbers too

What the f**k 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

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

Don't jack 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 flows filled with words you can't pronounce stories you can't tell

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