[00:00.00]"Unorthodox"
[00:06.88]We done came up
[00:10.46]Everybody love ‘em
[00:14.03]On the regular
[00:16.86]Lookin’ at popular colored faces
[00:18.16]Observing what my brothers faces in all races
[00:21.03]Lost in generations before hatred
[00:23.19]See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
[00:25.75]But keep it sacred G, **** a rat race, we take the cheese
[00:29.08]Jack cheddar from the make believe
[00:31.25]Break the trees on they eighth CD
[00:33.01]Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
[00:35.68]I’m a Brooklyn b***h, basically I grind with the grimiest
[00:39.35]Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
[00:41.86]And vultures, don’t worry what a verse will cost ya
[00:44.58]From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
[00:47.03]Imma spark it off unorthodox
[00:49.45]Won’t sign to no major if no wager
[00:52.03]Less than a 3 million offer off the top
[00:54.80]I’ll be in a box with my coughin’ drops
[00:57.26]Why settle for a office spot?
[00:58.61]B*****s don’t always make it off the block
[01:00.12]Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
[01:02.84]They still snitchin’ - let me guess: that’s your mannequin?
[01:05.71]Leave ‘em shook while you’re standing and quit the shenanigans
[01:08.22]Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you’re vanishing
[01:10.73]Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
[01:13.31]This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em
[01:15.73]I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC’s in the post mortem
[01:18.76]Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend
[01:21.22]All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
[01:23.69]Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
[01:26.32]The only soul that won’t sin
[01:28.54]No he won’t give in
[01:29.80]Yo this world is bone chillin’
[01:31.66]Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
[01:34.28]Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
[01:36.90]And bring that back to my property wit ya
[01:39.47]It ain’t easy being this royal
[01:41.94]When you got this much going for you
[01:43.39]It ain’t hard to be disloyal
[01:44.95]Comin’ straight from the soil with lines that never coil
[01:47.62]Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
[01:50.24]The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
[01:52.79]I’m the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
[01:55.31]I be sonning b*****s so expect less orphans
[01:57.78]Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
[02:00.95]Word to God I’m the best offering
[02:03.05]BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Boss-man
[02:05.83]Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
[02:08.34]From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
[02:11.11]They said next up so I stepped up
[02:14.42]Fly like I dressed up
[02:15.43]Unorthodox by Joey Bada$$ from the album Summer Knights: B*****s try to hang like left n**s
[02:17.04]Like orangutans in the west of
[02:19.56]Of the motherland, but I’ve got the sw**k of no other man
[02:22.32]Brother man
[02:23.03]They can’t understand
[02:25.15]Pro Era boys pop rubber band
[02:27.82]Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend
[02:35.30]All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
[02:37.97]Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
[02:40.43]The only soul that won’t sin
[02:42.70]No he won’t give in
[02:43.76]Yo this world is bone chillin’
[02:45.67]Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
[02:48.40]Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
[02:51.46]And bring that back to my property wit ya
[02:53.67]Everybody love ‘em
[02:56.43]We done came up
[02:57.84]I’ma spark it off unorthodox
[03:01.57]They don’t feel the name, but they say the music b***h though
[03:04.59]I’ma spark it off unorthodox
[03:12.14]On the regular

"Unorthodox"
We done came up
Everybody love ‘em
On the regular
Lookin’ at popular colored faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in generations before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, **** a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I’m a Brooklyn b***h, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don’t worry what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
Imma spark it off unorthodox
Won’t sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million offer off the top
I’ll be in a box with my coughin’ drops
Why settle for a office spot?
B*****s don’t always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin’ - let me guess: that’s your mannequin?
Leave ‘em shook while you’re standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages ‘til you’re vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop fans and ‘em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC’s in the post mortem
Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend
All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won’t sin
No he won’t give in
Yo this world is bone chillin’
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
It ain’t easy being this royal
When you got this much going for you
It ain’t hard to be disloyal
Comin’ straight from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more coffins
I’m the chosen one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning b*****s so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line used less often
Word to God I’m the best offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like Boss-man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They said next up so I stepped up
Fly like I dressed up
Unorthodox by Joey Bada$$ from the album Summer Knights: B*****s try to hang like left n**s
Like orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I’ve got the sw**k of no other man
Brother man
They can’t understand
Pro Era boys pop rubber band
Cause money ain’t a thing if I got it I won’t spend
All I got is my Pros, I don’t need no friends
Feel like this glory road is coming to an end
The only soul that won’t sin
No he won’t give in
Yo this world is bone chillin’
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my property wit ya
Everybody love ‘em
We done came up
I’ma spark it off unorthodox
They don’t feel the name, but they say the music b***h though
I’ma spark it off unorthodox
On the regular