Joey Badass - Where I Belong (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Joey Badass - Where I Belong (en) Lyrics
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Back on the set like I never left
I'm takin' steps to be the best
'til they lay me to rest
VVS upon my chest, it got them devious
Ain't no tints on my two-door,
I want them see it's us
'Cause if I paid enough, them
fuckers better see me comin'
I used to drive my mama bucket,
ridin' 'round frontin'
On Snyder Avenue, buildin'
number thirty-four-hunnid
I gave this shit my all or nothin',
now my bank bussin'
I'm livin' plush', new crib
cost a milli' plus
Six figures on every art
piece that's hangin' up
You little niggas still spendin'
on the obvious
And if you think I'm flexin'
now, just wait 'til I re-up
And just to sum it up, we
shinin' all year long
When I was comin' up, they tried
to tell me that was wrong
I had to run it up, and now
I'm right where I belong
If all my niggas dead and
gone, I gotta carry on
I pray the Lord have mercy
on a nigga soul
We reminiscin', reminiscin'
like it's all we know
Take hollow tips and extra
clips everywhere we go
'Cause I be takin' risk every
time that I hit the door
Yo
Tryna get my thoughts together
I say a prayer every day,
hopin' it all get better
I talk to God a lot, these verses
is like open letters
I know that nothin' really
last forever
Like the past, the future don't
exist, I know it's foul
But never focused on the present,
know my presence is a gift
Just so happen to be good at rappin',
that would be my niche
I was only like six when
my cousin Richie Rich
Wrote my first verse for me
that I would never forget
And since then I was never known
to leave a microphone alone
Often took the long way home just
to get thoughts off my dome
Mama blowin' up my phone, leave
her message at the tone
I was gettin' in my zone,
at times I felt so alone
Like how it feel to know that
you the best and nobody know
Every punchline a chin
check and a body blow
With all disrespect, you niggas still
ain't fuckin' with me though
And never was
Every time they thought they had
me down, I just leveled up
They all saw it
I'm from Brooklyn, I rep
Brooklyn all day
They killed Biggie
Y'all niggas is killin'
us and you fuckin'—
This world is about money, money
revolve around money
Just know that I'm from Brooklyn
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