[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

I said listen: I'm just tryin' to make a livin'

Fly to the sky, lifestyle, like some pigeon

So listen to the words, that set behind this written

Cause even on the Maury show: "I ain't ever kidding"

Keep my head to the sky and my foot up on 'em clouds

The sky's the limit then I ain't ever comin' down

Said my fly like G6 and 747s

And I be raisin' Hell till I find my way to Heaven

Murder in the booth, definition of a dropped call

My presence so right that, I come in and stop all

Spittin' too much, can we send a nigga few halls

Movin' all up, so hold the U-Haul

Lil' nigga 15 came up; I snatched the microphone

Better than these dudes that got twice my testosterone

So you better show me gratitude for ? I'm tokin'

And if you fly, then you gonna see me floatin'

Futuristic shit, stuntin' in the hovercraft

Me plus a girl who really wanna do the aftermath

Cause all I can do is just laugh hahaha

Listen: laugh, laugh last; laughin at you rappers

I troop on your swag cause I'm a snack-rapper

She found out I wasn't rappin', wanted to lick the wrapper

Gave me axe instead of gifts, like I'm the gift-wrapper

So I reel her in, in like a snapper

She started to do her dance, booty-clappin' like a clapper

She started talkin' cuffing, she really started acting up

I did the ghost, and I was gone like Casper

Like my momma tell me not to mess with these hoes

I'mma tell you rookies don't mess with no Pro

So money, cars, and clothes be all a nigga knows

There ain't no lyin', I'm the truth, you can tell by a nigga nose

Ain't no Pinocchios

And that's just how the story goes

So please stay tuned for the rest of the show