On April 7, 2017, he released his second studio album ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$ under Pro Era Records and Cinematic Music Group. The album was supported by three singles: Devastated, Land of the Free and Temptation. ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$ received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200.
Five years following the release of his second studio album ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$, he released the follow-up to his debut mixtape, 1999, ten years later on July 22, 2022. The name of this album, his third studio album, was 2000. During 2022, Joey released multiple singles to the album including Head High, Survivors Guilt, Zipcodes and 2 more. In the album, Joey goes over plenty of topic matters such as dealing with mental health, the passing of his friend Captial Steez and his cousin, Junior B, ten years later, and his overal life. 2000 debuted at No.18 on the Billboard 200 chart and sold roughly 22,000 album-equvialent units in its first week. The album was well perceived by fans and critcs, and was deemed to be a generally good lead up to his mixtape 1999.
FromdaTomb$
Joey Bada$$ Lyrics
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My man Dirty had to boot it
Just to put me in my right mind
I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines
Siked dimes a slice, closed eyes
I'm sliced so by, why you ain't to go
That given thrown so by
Laugh it out by the pole light
Place your race she acting like a vacuum
Showed her to the door before the afternoon
She fell hard on the floor
So you know that she'll be back soon
Fake MC get their raps wrong
Young villans up upon a track
And the track doom, click clack boom
Ressurect and boom back from the tomb
Drags dope like crack in cocoons
Back in this move, back on the move
It's the motherfucking real, nigga, chill, act cool
Pay respect to the cat drew
And I'm way too blessed
To be dough with shots, that's true
[Interlude:]
Big ups, Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups, Brooklyn, home of the realer
I'm trying to find my own lane
In this freeway life
Just remember homeboy
It ain't no free way to life
My nigga has gone haas
Tryin' not to lose his soul
'Til the rims holes are gone
'Cause once the devil drive on
That nigga ain't letting go
And I'm far from religious
I just know right and wrong
I know how to write these songs
I know how to light these bongs
I know how to rip thongs
And I'm pretty good and being bald
Nigga, I'm so crazy, Nigga I'm loco gased up
Like Scirocco pressed the pedal to the floor
But you out the door
Bitch loved it in here, no more
'Cause I weave low, faking in a Louie bag
Weap chick I tried to back, 'cause she had the nerve
To turn me down, heard the song and turned around
Now she want me to enter her pants
But I'm gone bitch, missed your chance
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realer
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realer
[Verse:]
I got sick in class started making classics
Now all I really do is get the grass lit and, bus asses
I'm sure they'll blow like bust acid
Puff acids, like Mav' chuchu Maverick
And I'm average above average on an average day
Doing bad shit but you still can't pass this
And his teacher still pass him
Though they adolescence, they be having rapping secession's over adding lessons
Like fuck trigonometry, I'm trying to multiply
Monopolies and tax the homies, then divide the cheese
Divide lexus to resize the lease
So my eyes could see through the ease
Shown you all how about decease
A part of see, after asses like apostrophes
You can't stand here unless you pay a posture fee
Part of the cheese, head at the spot and leave
Apologies for apology
[Outro:]
Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
Leaving niggas in danger
Joey Bad, leaving niggas in danger
Joey Bada$$’s song FromdaTomb$ is an introspective and reflective track where the rapper dives into himself and his surroundings. The lyrics of the song are descriptive and filled with references to different things that give the song a deeper meaning. In the first verse, Joey talks about his friend, Dirty, who helped him think straight and how he can come up with great lyrics even when he is high. He then goes on to talk about women and how men treat them, often like objects. Joey highlights the issue of how men use women as objects for their pleasure and cast them aside when it’s done. There is a clear undertone of objectification of women and Joey’s disapproval of it in the lyrics.
In the second verse, Joey talks about his beliefs about life and religion. He mentions that he is not religious but knows the difference between right and wrong. Joey also says that he knows how to write great lyrics, how to smoke weed and wear a bald hairstyle - this demonstrates Joey's confidence in himself. Joey’s lyrics in this verse are very personal and show his feelings about life and his place in it. The outro features Joey's and Chuck Strangers' names in the song while highlighting the violence of the song.
Line by Line Meaning
My man Dirty had to boot it
Dirty had to motivate me
Just to put me in my right mind
To help me think clearly and properly
I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines
I write meaningful and insightful lyrics while under the influence of marijuana
Siked dimes a slice, closed eyes
I am so high that everything looks great and I can barely keep my eyes open
I'm sliced so by, why you ain't to go
I am so high that I cannot speak properly and I wonder why others don't feel the same
That given thrown so by
The thrown is given away so easily
Laugh it out by the pole light
Laughing near a pole light
Show Shorty to the back room
Take the girl to the private room
Place your race she acting like a vacuum
The girl is cleaning up after the sexual act
Showed her to the door before the afternoon
I got rid of the girl quickly
She fell hard on the floor
She had an emotional breakdown
So you know that she'll be back soon
She'll come back for more
Fake MC get their raps wrong
Inauthentic rappers make mistakes in their lyrics
Young villans up upon a track
Young and talented rappers on a track
And the track doom, click clack boom
The track is doomed and ends with a sound of gunshots
Ressurect and boom back from the tomb
Return to success like a resurrection from the dead
Drags dope like crack in cocoons
I bring drugs like crack cocaine packaged in small bags
Back in this move, back on the move
I am back and better than before
It's the motherfucking real, nigga, chill, act cool
I am the real deal and authentic, so relax and stay calm
Pay respect to the cat drew
Show respect to the artist named Drew
And I'm way too blessed
I have been bestowed with too many blessings
To be dough with shots, that's true
To be killed by gunshots will never happen to me as I am blessed
I'm trying to find my own lane
I am trying to make a unique space in the music industry
In this freeway life
In this fast-paced and free-flowing lifestyle
Just remember homeboy
Just remember, my friend
It ain't no free way to life
Life is not easy and comes with its own costs
My nigga has gone haas
My friend is trying hard
Tryin' not to lose his soul
Trying not to lose his identity and principles
'Til the rims holes are gone
Until his car tires wear out
'Cause once the devil drive on
Once someone turns to evil and negative influences
That nigga ain't letting go
They won't let go and will remain under negative influences
And I'm far from religious
I do not follow a specific religion
I just know right and wrong
I only know and follow my own morals and ethics
I know how to write these songs
I know how to write and compose these songs
I know how to light these bongs
I know how to smoke from these marijuana pipes
I know how to rip thongs
I know how to take off these women's undergarments
And I'm pretty good at being bald
I look good even when I shave my head
Nigga, I'm so crazy, Nigga I'm loco gased up
I am wild and insane, I am high on drugs
Like Scirocco pressed the pedal to the floor
Like a fast-moving car accelerating quickly
But you out the door
But you leave quickly
Bitch loved it in here, no more
The girl liked it but not anymore
'Cause I weave low, faking in a Louie bag
I move discretely and pretend to be someone I'm not
Weap chick I tried to back, 'cause she had the nerve
The girl I tried to have sex with rejected me, which was insulting
To turn me down, heard the song and turned around
After hearing my music, she changed her mind
Now she want me to enter her pants
Now she wants to have sex with me
But I'm gone bitch, missed your chance
But I've already moved on and you missed your opportunity
I got sick in class started making classics
I was inspired in class and started making great music
Now all I really do is get the grass lit and, bus asses
Now all I do is smoke marijuana and perform well in my career
I'm sure they'll blow like bust acid
They'll become famous like an exploding acid trip
Puff acids, like Mav' chuchu Maverick
Smoke drugs like Mav did in Top Gun
And I'm average above average on an average day
On any given day, I'm above average
Doing bad shit but you still can't pass this
I do bad things but I'm still better than you
And his teacher still pass him
His teacher still approves of him despite his behavior
Though they adolescence, they be having rapping secession's over adding lessons
Although they're teenagers, they're more interested in rapping than in academic lessons
Like f*** trigonometry, I'm trying to multiply
I don't care about math, I want to make more money
Monopolies and tax the homies, then divide the cheese
Create monopolies and profit off of friends, then divide the profits
Divide lexus to resize the lease
Sell part of the Lexus car to decrease the lease amount
So my eyes could see through the ease
To see through the deception and gain insight into issues
Shown you all how about decease
Showing others how to deal with death
A part of see, after asses like apostrophes
A part of vision, after asses like apostrophes in words
You can't stand here unless you pay a posture fee
You can't be here unless you carry yourself correctly
Part of the cheese, head at the spot and leave
Just a small part of the money, come and go without attracting attention
Apologies for apology
Sorry for apologizing too much
Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
Joey Badass and Chuck Strangers
Leaving niggas in danger
Outshining other rappers and putting them in danger of losing their popularity
Contributed by Eli L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@MiketheCabbie
Any rapper who samples from L.A. Noire is automatically in my "cool" book.
@joepopppa3061
+MiketheCabbie I KNEW IT WAS FROM THE GAME!! i recognized it when i played la noire im like..."where have i heard this sound before???" haha
@hishamjalal9078
wait wait which part is the sample from L.A. Noire?
@AlchemyBeats
the beat - you can check it on whosampled
@drewlundy7781
Fax lmao
@hassanalzaabi771
HELL YES
@Semscure
"Took shawty to the back room, we played charades, she acted like a vacuum"
@consuelodelacruz132
Semscure peqlz
@baronbolanos6678
Played charades/Place yah raise...lyrical genius
@davidfuller4110
It has that mid 90s rap vibe