Lettin' Off Steam (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Intro]

Joey Bad & Big Preem and we lettin' off steam

And we still came back for that green, mane

Yeah, yeah, yeah, still rap supreme, ayy

Yeah, yeah, hold up (Now look at 'em)

Wait, I said

[Verse 1]

Paint my thoughts on imaginary canvas

I take no loss, I can't give these niggas chances

I put my all in each and every single stanza

I do it for the love, they just do it for the camera

I don't need no fame or no glamour

I just need some money in the bank and my hammers

House in the Hamptons, mansions in Miami

And Pateks for my legacy, I can't forget my family

First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy

Give it all I got, yeah, I don't need no plan B

I be with them shotters, I been on a kill spree

You gon' need a doctor, he gon' have to bill me

They be like "Chill, B", I be like "**** that"

Time to let them feel me, don't call it a comeback

Hit 'em with a punchline, call it lyrical combat

When I drop the album, that's gon' kill 'em on contact

Ridin' with that compact

.40 on me, homie you might really wanna calm that

Opps get smoked like a bomb pack

Watch me like Comcast, y'all see the contrast

Niggas put they souls in they mother****in' contracts

We ain't even on that, we don't even condone that

Bitch, I had to own all that, tell 'em switch up for the format

Flow way needed and that Gentleman Cognac

Shots to the head, tell you pussy niggas "Hold that"

[Chorus]

Joey Bad and Big Preem, man, we the supreme team, look

Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green

[Verse 2]

Say when then

I let it fly like bullets off the boulevard of Linden

So duck down or die, straight shots when I send 'em

Apply pressure or break tendons

I'm bonecrusher, I'm big business, you niggas need fitness

I can show y'all the real flexer

First I raise the bar, then raise they ledger

When the stakes is high, I gave all effort

You niggas ain't steppin' correct, you two left foot

I put it all on me, versus whoever

Call me Joey McCaffrey, I hardly drop the ball ever

Check the stats sheet, still don't see no errors

Men lie, women lie, them numbers however, always add up

Tell them niggas "Catch up"

Ready for them opportunities that I don't pass up

You can get smoked lil' nigga, don't get gassed up

Leavin' no hope for you niggas, that's a bad look

Got your niggas mad shook

Scared to death, scared to book

A show in my city, probably get your chain took

'Cause them Brooklyn niggas really ain't nothin' to **** with

Blow your brains in broad day, right out in public

So speak on the God and it better be in high regard

'Cause word get around and them bullets travel really far

I got hitters on my squad who ready to take a charge

Keep it on deck for any nigga tryna pull my card

[Chorus]

Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green

Know what I mean?