[Hook: Joey Bada$$]

Ashes to ashes, blunt after blunt

I dont give a fuck, you can call it what you want

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

Ain't no reason to doubt this, be that beyond reasonable doubt shit

Rap Genius, check the account for vouches

Oooh We out here, bout to knock these rap niggas out chairs

Dethrone 'em from higher powers cause no clique is high as ours

Niggas try and copy our style we can't dig it

You can't rep the coast if we ain't say that you with it

If you wit it, then you know that who's really

Runnin this rap shit, niggas caught in the rapture

These niggas is just actors we shoot out on film

Catch you on the real, set up the cannons and blast you for real

Now everyone could see the movie that you dreaming

Everyone can watch ya live while you streaming

Blue dreaming, make my eyes look blue demon

Make half an ounce disappear, shazzam Houdini

Two genies, I'm too genius

Record breaker flows hand this record to Guiness and it's gold

I'm a pro

Say what you know? What you know?

Its how we roll, how we roll

I suppose it's like

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

I used to suplex a fiend

Now I'm about to cop a duplex this Spring

It ain't a thing to get the boom bing

Let two ring, while the kid is in the new swing

Hop in the 850 laced like a shoe string

I like the pussy like a catcher's mitt

I'm passionate

Your man got lots of clams but never flashing it

Stay with a bitch that got an ass that's good for stashing shit

My man got one eye

Work like where the sun lies

Through my son's eyes

Forty floors up, look at the sunrise

I'm such a low life, but now I'm dumb high

My joint look like a mudslide

Shit to make my lungs cry

You hold it down, I see the one time

Swing the Beamer lefty like Mo Vaughn

Fancy clothes are worn

You get lifted like a composer's arms

Blood, I'm the chosen one

I won't eat unless there's a frozen swan

Laugh at these old fuckers still holding on

It's me, no

[Outro: DJ Drama]

Consider this an early collectors item

Something special