XXXTENTACION – Infinity (888) (feat. Joey Bada$$) lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada$$ & XXXTENTACION]
—ggas will be like “Yo, these niggas is wildin’ right now
Like, these niggas is really wildin'”, you know what I’m sayin’?
Like, we ain’t playin’ with y’all niggas, man, ya heard?
Sometimes you just gotta catch chlamydia on these niggas, G-shit
You know what I’m sayin’? Gonorrhea, all that shit
All of that shit
I catch all diseases in the world
So the world don’t have no more diseases, you feel me?
G-shit
Yeah, yeah

[Producer Tag]
P. Soul on the track

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I’m as real as they come, they feel it, get numb
You think you got a little buzz, so now you can’t get stung?
I keep a razor blade tucked on me, under my tongue
Don’t let me have to tell these niggas about the city I’m from
It’s Brooklyn, be the home of the hardest ever (yeah)
Where them niggas don’t aim, they just palm Berettas (bang)
And bomb whatever, say we don’t move calmly, never (no)
This for my niggas trapped in cells like salmonella
Look, I could do this shit with no effort
No pressure, no gimmick shit, no radio records
Just textbook rhyme style with the raw texture
Punchlines, right hooks, now that’s a trifecta
No more free lectures, I’m taxin’ these niggas extra
This the Pro of all Eras, he’s back in your sector
So, might be best to protect your neck
Or profess your debt to the god, he might bless ya

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
Murder these flows like I murder these hoe ass niggas
Where the fuck is your energy, bro?
Make your nigga deepthroat a Desert Eagle
If he try me like a hoe, pussy boy, that’s on my soul
Make my flow shapeshift, cold expression like a facelift
At the publix with like eight grips if you talkin’ all that ape shit
I’m not talkin’ YMBAPE shit, but I’m bangin’ on my chest, bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Travelin’ through the infinity, uh
You not that nigga, pretend to be, uh
All that bullshit do not get to me, uh
I am a spirit, an entity, uh
You just wan suck up my energy, uh
I am the realest since Kennedy, uh
You pussy ass niggas fuckin’ suck, you sound the same
I spit the pain, that’s why these young niggas feel the same
They know I bang, I’ll pull a fuckin’ pistol out the Range and act insane

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Joey Bada$$]
I spent years at the crib, so I don’t feel the pain no more
I don’t feel the pain no more
I gotta get it how I live, I don’t feel the pain no more
I don’t feel the pain no more
I spent years at the crib, so I don’t feel the pain no more
I don’t feel the pain no more
I gotta get it how I live, so I don’t feel the pain no more
I don’t feel the pain no
I spent years at the crib, so I don’t feel the pain no more
So I don’t feel the pain no more
I gotta get it how I live, I don’t feel the pain no more
I don’t feel the pain no more
I spent years at the crib, so I don’t feel the pain no more
I don’t feel the pain no more
I gotta get it how I live, so I don’t feel the pain no more (yeah)
I don’t feel the pain (ay) no more (ay)

Joey Bada$$ – King Of The Jungle

[Intro]
Yo Biggie!
What up, son?
What up, son?
Yo! Yo drop that shit!

[Sample]
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house

[Chorus]
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin’ everything in my environment
I ain’t the one

[Verse]
I’m Brooklyn borough thorough
King of the jungle now they all in trouble
Six years strong they can’t knock the hustle
I’ma be here long on some rap Rapunzel shit
Stay close to where I stack my bundles
Wig get a paper cut anytime my tongue’ll lift
I talk sharp, please don’t start with the Don
Guarantee to never do me no harm
I can teach you to raise an army of guns to bust for me
Palm of the napalm, and then drop in the bars calmly
Throw dirt on my palms hardly ever
If I let her bite the fingerprints off of my Gucci sweater
Fuck you know about this boss shit, big talk shit
I spark [?], the shots I call it
Niggas ain’t got bars, they non-alcoholics
I raise the bar so high, that I’m getting brolic from all this
Look, flows is polished, foes demolished
I was raised in them neighborhoods so impoverished
Now I get a little taller when I stand on my wallet
And I bought tracks with the late, great Christopher Wallace
I’m a hip-hop scholar, graduated with the young God Allahs
And the wisdom and the knowledge from all of my forefathers
I pay homage, only right I keep this shit honest
High level shit, they call me your highness bitch

[Sample]
It’s Brooklyn in the house

[Chorus + Sample]
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin’ anything in my environment
I ain’t the one that you niggas should be trying with
It’s Brooklyn in the house
Iron fist
Stuck in the lab like a scientist
Killin’ everything in my environment
I ain’t the one

[Sample]
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house
It’s Brooklyn in the house

Young M.A – Kween (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Oh man, what’s wrong with these niggas man?
Motherfuckers thought they was gon’
They thought they was gon’ count me out man?
Like I ain’t a part of this shit
Like I ain’t go hard for this shit
Like I ain’t the god of this shit
Yeah, I said it
It’s MA
I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
I believe that shit
I inspire you niggas

[Verse]
Surprise motherfuckers
Open your eyes motherfuckers
M.A where you been?
It’s about time motherfucker
I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
I apologize
Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides
I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes
Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise
I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide
They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies
You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives
I got the crown too
I’m a queen, I’m who they bow to
If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too
They hold me down, I hold them down too
A new year, so It’s round two
I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires
That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire
Moral of the story is they all liars
Funny guys, bummy guys
I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times
I’m up now with my watch on sunny side
Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes
I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide
Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
9 years, I was raised on the countryside
Now I’m 25 getting checks
Doing more, saying less
Working more, playing less
Giving more, taking less
I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin’ less
On the grind, waitin’ less
Being real, fakin’ less
You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you
That’s why I really speak about what I really do
Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble shit
We don’t run we run shit
On some son you shit
M.A coming for they heads on some frontal shit
I’m back focused, money ain’t folding
Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken
They say, "I’m changing"
I say, "I’m growing"
And I say, "they all full of shit" like a colon
They talk about me like they past perfect
Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics
Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
Like me being gay is so fucking important
We all sinnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you call it
The only man that can judge me is the man above
Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love
How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs
They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em
They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em
I see a crown damn right I’ma grab for it
Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it
On my way to success I got a map for it
And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it
You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there
I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there
Went from stashing OCs in my underwear
To 2016 being my fucking year
Now I’m back here another year
And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there
Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
I don’t respond to you niggas because I’m busy
My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys
Hair still frizzy
Loud still pissy
How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
Independent at my own label
At my own table and I’m so grateful
What don’t break you make you
So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you

Young M.A – Kween

[Intro]
Oh man, what’s wrong with these niggas man?
Motherfuckers thought they was gon’
They thought they was gon’ count me out man?
Like I ain’t a part of this shit
Like I ain’t go hard for this shit
Like I ain’t the god of this shit
Yeah, I said it
It’s MA
I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
I believe that shit
I inspire you niggas

[Verse]
Surprise motherfuckers
Open your eyes motherfuckers
M.A where you been?
It’s about time motherfucker
I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
I apologize
Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides
I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes
Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise
I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide
They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies
You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives
I got the crown too
I’m a queen, I’m who they bow too
If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too
They hold me down, I hold them down too
A new year, so It’s round two
I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires
That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire
Moral of the story is they all liars
Funny guys, bummy guys
I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times
I’m up now with my watch on sunny side
Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes
I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide
Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
9 years, I was raised on the countryside
Now I’m 25 getting checks
Doing more, saying less
Working more, playing less
Giving more, taking less
I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin’ less
On the grind, waitin’ less
Being real, fakin’ less
You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you
That’s why I really speak about what I really do
Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble shit
We don’t run we run shit
On some son you shit
M.A coming for they heads on some frontal shit
I’m back focused, money ain’t folding
Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken
They say, "I’m changing"
I say, "I’m growing"
And I say, "they all full of shit" like a colon
They talk about me like they past perfect
Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics
Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
Like me being gay is so fucking important
We all sinnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck what you call it
The only man that can judge me is the man above
Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love
How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs
They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em
They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em
I see a crown damn right I’ma grab for it
Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it
On my way to success I got a map for it
And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it
You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there
I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there
Went from stashing OCs in my underwear
To 2016 being my fucking year
Now I’m back here another year
And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there
Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
I don’t respond to you niggas because I’m busy
My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys
Hair still frizzy
Loud still pissy
How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
Independent at my own label
At my own table and I’m so grateful
What don’t break you make you
So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you