A remake from the original "Unorthodox" by Joey Bada$$.
Lyrics:
Yo the name is Joe, hoe, welcome to my third eye,
Build me a nest of gold bitch and watch this little bird fly,
And that is word to my G.O.D. who almighty,
Believe me when I say I kill these fishies in the Dead Sea,
Parted off the Red Sea, bitches call me Moses,
I can make a wet hoe get as wet as a hoe will get,
And I am so legit, L-E-G to the I-T-T,
That extra T is for the critics tryna cross my fuckin T's,
Might not be your cup of tea, but I come in really hot,
G is in my G-inetics, but I am no Fetty Wap,
Might call him Fetty-flop cause that auto shit is really not,
Something that is real so really stop with all that Stop & Drop,
Cop his ass a book and diversify his vocabulary,
NZT all in my mouth, got limitless vocabulary,
Lyrics can be kinda scary,
White as fuckin Tyler Perry,
Oops I meant Matthew,
Chew your ass up and then spit you out like you a cashew,
Am I moving fast for you?
Blastin you with aptitude,
WWA I'm a white wigga with some attitude,
But I ain't even mad at you,
Pharrell just said I'm really happy,
Happy to murder every punk rapper who be stealing grammy's,
Take your cookies right I'm Grammy,
Put em in the oven and bake you a dozen double whammy's,
Filling every nook and cranny with my ill syntax,
Hide in the back and pop in your face like I'm some anthrax,
And that's word to my momma and every fan that's in my index,
Fuckin rap families up like I'm practicing some incest,
Bitch I'm from America,
You're probably scared of us,
Shout out to Joey B and the rest of the pro era studs,
Keep doin you and the realest will keep doing us,
My air is clean bitch I only smoke the truest bud,
Only spit the fluid stuff,
Flood the gates with my flow its a fountain comin over you,
My overtime is overdue,
Feel the juices flow through you,
Sweet like it's some Tropicana,
Tryna accumulate rubber bands like I am *David Banner*,
All over the map like I'm Andy Grammar,
But In the words of Soul, what's the point in being witty when nobody witty wit it?
Ain't a city slicker but I'll kick it with the gritty *niggas*,
But I'll never be something that isn't in my G-inetics,
I'm a natural g and that is how really how it be its nothing,
But believe in something, homie don't you Ferris B and flunk it,
Try and be of something that goes further than your weed and guns
Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend,
But will this money really bring me out this pain I'm in?
Best believe I'm livin', no he won't give in
Cause this world is full of sinnin and he's made a decision,
Properly deliver,
Drop trees in my swisher,
And bring that back to my property richer
