One of Us
Joey Bada$$ Lyrics


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(Make up your mind, make up your mind) uh, yeah
(Where all the things you told me, baby?) (Statik Selektah)
(Was it true or was it a lie?) Look, make your mind, baby
Rollie on my wrist and I ain't got time, baby
Gotta shine, baby (make up your mind)
Uh

I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (yeah)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (right)
I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what? (Yeah)

I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (what? What?)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (yeah)
I know I talk a lot of shit
'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what? (Hold up)

Bitch, I'm the boss like Hugo
Pockets full of blue notes, walkin' industry loophole
Realest nigga that you know
Known around my city like that nigga Cuomo
Catch me in Bocca Cucina eatin' all the crudo
She need a nigga who gon' keep it low, won't let the crew know
Venus in Sagittarius, but I took her to pluto
I got a gold soul, not that Acapulco
She throw it I'ma knock it out the park like Albert Pujols (it's outta here)
Good fella rockin' a sky dweller (yeah)
Got street dreams of bein' richer than a Rockefeller (yeah)
I tell her, "It's whatever"
We can catch plans to dodge the bad weather
Alcantara soft in the Porsche until you feel this leather
In the Range Rover, condo on the river for the quick changeover
Got a AM and a PM whip
Only A-list R&B hunnies, who you see him with (facts)
Any rumors you heard about him, you should believe the shit
I pull up in the cleanest whip (uh)
Nike SBs in coordination with the GT3
Presi on the wrist look crisp, matchin' the steezus piece
Face card way too legit, don't even need ID (nope)
Basketball Wives on my dick, I give 'em tenacious D (ballin')
From BK to the Bay, we run them numbers up
'Bout to lap you niggas again, they runnin' out of luck (what?)
Been up on top of my game, niggas can't stunt on us
Me and June one in the same fuckin' the summers up (right)

I know they wishin' they was one of us (one of us)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (yeah)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (yeah)
I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what? (Yeah)

I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?)
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (what? What?)
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (right)
I know I talk a lot of shit
'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what?

Nigga, this that go insane, nigga, kill mode
Pyrex in the kitchen workin' two stoves, uh, yeah
Emerged from the dirt, had to make a way
It was dark days, now it's better ways (numbers)
Used to wash cars, go to matinées
Now I'm pullin' out a hundred just to go and play
I'm the type to let a bad bitch walk away
'Cause that ain't my main focus, I'm on bigger things
Might get her hair done, let her drive the Porsche (what else?)
Ten thousand in my sock and I'm rockin' shorts, uh
Choose up, I got my life in order
Slide through BK in the drop with Joey (good job)
I told baby I'm a different breed
Don't be chasin' me, shit, should be chasin' he
In Philly with Wallo, eating a Philly cheese
We livin' a life niggas would not believe

I know they wishin' they was one of us
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up
I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what?

I know they wishin' they was one of us
'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux
Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up
I know I talk a lot of shit
'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what?

Yo, what up?
(You ain't seen my text?)
Who is this?
(You don't know me)
(I just was, I was just on my girl's phone)
(And I saw she has you saved as "Rapper")
(And I recognized it's like a New York number)
(So, are you Joey?)
Well, yeah, it is, it is I, yeah, it's me
(I'm seriously considering proposing to this girl this weekend)




(Bought a ring, did the whole nine yards, everything)
So, what you asking me, bro?

Overall Meaning

The song "One of Us" by Joey Bada$$ and Larry June revolves around living a luxurious lifestyle and the envy it can sometimes evoke in others. The chorus repeats that people wish they were one of them because they live in luxury, drive fancy cars, and have plenty of women. The first verse showcases Larry June’s luxurious life with a Rolex on his wrist, stuffing hunnies in his truck and flaunting his money, while the second verse describes Joey Bada$$’s life as the boss with a pocket full of blue notes, eating at Bocca Cucina, and taking his lover to Pluto.


The song suggests that living this life which was once only a dream is now reality. These two rappers have both reached a level of success and wealth they never thought possible for themselves. They are satisfied with what they've achieved, and they want the listener to know that they are proud of it. Also, even though they speak about money, cars and girls, they know that they are working hard for it and that’s what makes them feel happy about themselves.


Line by Line Meaning

Make up your mind, make up your mind
Decide already


Where all the things you told me, baby? (Statik Selektah) Was it true or was it a lie?
Were you being honest with me?


Rollie on my wrist and I ain't got time, baby Gotta shine, baby (make up your mind)
I'm too busy being successful, you need to decide


I know they wishin' they was one of us (what?) 'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (yeah) Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (right) I know I got my money right, so I'm actin' up, what? (Yeah)
People want to be like us because we're rich and successful, I know I can act however I want because I have money


'Cause we livin' in the lap of lux (what? What?) Stuffin' hunnies in the truck, got 'em lappin' up (yeah) I know I talk a lot of shit 'Cause I can back it up, nigga, what?
We live a luxurious lifestyle and have no shortage of women, I talk a big game because I can back it up


Bitch, I'm the boss like Hugo Pockets full of blue notes, walkin' industry loophole Realest nigga that you know Known around my city like that nigga Cuomo Catch me in Bocca Cucina eatin' all the crudo She need a nigga who gon' keep it low, won't let the crew know
I am a powerful person in my industry and well-known in my city, I enjoy fine dining and can be discreet


Venus in Sagittarius, but I took her to Pluto I got a gold soul, not that Acapulco She throw it I'ma knock it out the park like Albert Pujols (it's outta here) Good fella rockin' a sky dweller Got street dreams of bein' richer than a Rockefeller I tell her, "It's whatever"
I am adventurous in my love life, have a good heart, and am skilled in the bedroom, I have expensive taste and aspire to be extremely wealthy


We can catch plans to dodge the bad weather Alcantara soft in the Porsche until you feel this leather In the Range Rover, condo on the river for the quick changeover Got a AM and a PM whip Only A-list R&B hunnies, who you see him with (facts) Any rumors you heard about him, you should believe the shit
We can escape bad weather in luxury cars or condos, I only date the most famous R&B singers, any rumors about me are true


I pull up in the cleanest whip (uh) Nike SBs in coordination with the GT3 Presi on the wrist look crisp, matchin' the steezus piece Face card way too legit, don't even need ID (nope) Basketball Wives on my dick, I give 'em tenacious D (ballin')
I always have the most fashionable clothes and accessories, my reputation precedes me and I don't need identification, even reality TV stars are attracted to me


From BK to the Bay, we run them numbers up 'Bout to lap you niggas again, they runnin' out of luck (what?) Been up on top of my game, niggas can't stunt on us Me and June one in the same fuckin' the summers up (right)
We're successful everywhere we go and will soon surpass our competition, we're untouchable and enjoying our summer


Yo, what up? (You ain't seen my text?) Who is this? (You don't know me) (I just was, I was just on my girl's phone) (And I saw she has you saved as "Rapper") (And I recognized it's like a New York number) (So, are you Joey?) Well, yeah, it is, it is I, yeah, it's me (I'm seriously considering proposing to this girl this weekend) (Bought a ring, did the whole nine yards, everything)
Unknown person contacts Joey through a friend's phone, reveals they're thinking of proposing to their girlfriend and sought Joey's advice




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Written by: Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Demetrius Shipps, Patrick Baril

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Comments from YouTube:

@GoldenHoopsProduction

Good job Larry 🍊

@antshaw5389

I am a fan of golden hoops

@kaewunnkaewunn5896

My god!! Statik went crazy on this. Larry been the realest for the longest and it’s paying off with this feature, good job aye aye aye aye Bless Joey!

@MS-uj8dg

Man I wish it sounded like how it did on IG.. Dumb ass old heads didnt wanna pass the sample 🤦🏽‍♂️

@JabaHill

Numbers

@slattisreal

Where my 2000s fam at?

@JulianWavy

The beat is too niceeee, this and Eulogy is heaven to my ears 👌🏾

@josephmurphy1994

Eulogy has to be the best song I've heard of Joey Badass in a while, made me feel a bit like discovering BIBLE from GZA, not even overstating (it's personal obviously)

@theherbpuffer

@Joseph Murphy second verse could've been better

@ohdagee

“I’m the type to let a bad bih walk away, cause that ain’t my main focus, I’m on bigger thangs.” Numbers 🍊

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