THE FINALS Lyrics – Joey Bada$$


American rapper and actor Joey Bada$$ released his new single, titled “THE FINALS,” on Thursday, May 15, 2025. This is a fiery lyrical diss track that showcases Joey in pure battleground mode. The track is loaded with full-on energy, where Joey asserts his OG rapper status and leaves no stone unturned to dismantle the credibility of his rival. The vibe of the song is very aggressive, dominant, and no-nonsense, and the tone is sharp and sarcastic. This song is for those who want to see the real pain game in rap. Whether you are a fan of Joey or just simply someone looking for impactful lyrics, “THE FINALS” is bound to leave an impression. Its irresistible music and unforgettable, mindblowing lyrics make it impossible not to sing along. Read THE FINALS lyrics by Joey Bada$$ below and experience the song’s passion.

         

Song Credits

Sone NameTHE FINALS
Lead VocalsJoey Bada$$
Song WriterJoey Bada$$
Music ProducerFierce, Boi-1da, Coleman & DRTWRK
LabelPro Era
Release DateMay 15, 2025
Song LanguageEnglish
Copyright ©Pro Era

Lyrics of THE FINALS by Joey Bada$$

Let’s Get It
New York City (Ayo), Stand Up
I’m Back (That’s Right)
Stupid Or You Dumb?
(Knicks In The 6 Nigga, Joey In 1)
Look

         

What Kinda Top Dawg Is You? You More Shih TZU
You Was Cloned In The Lab, Dog, You Artificial
You Known For Your Label, Not Because Your Art Official (Facts)
And I Ain’t Gotta Talk About How Broke You Are To Fix You
’cause When I Send Shots At You, It’d Be Hard To Miss You (Grr)
Ain’t Gotta Load A Magazine Just To Press This Issue (Nah)
In Fact, These Ain’t Even Shots, They Missiles (That’s Right)
Tryna Outclass The Bada$$? (Haha) So I Gotta Dismiss You (You Funny)

You All Bark, No Bite (Uh), But Hit Dogs Gon’ Holler
Caught A Couple Strays, Now It’s Time I Put ’em On A Collar
I Let ’em Rot While I Charge ’em For Top Dollar
You’re The Next Nigga Gettin’ Dropped Off The Top Roster (Facts)
And I’ma Be The Reason (Yeah), Okay, Bet
You Sick Dog Lookin’ For Beef With A Seasoned Vet
I Euthanize Sick Pups, Nigga, You Gon’ See (You Gon’ See)
You Barkin’ Up The Wrong Tree, Think You Fu*kin’ With Me? (Nigga, You Shut Up)

It’s ’bout Time Top Let Your A*s Off Of The Leash (That’s Right)
Signed For Five Years, Had Your Biggest Moment From Me (That’s Sad)
Can’t Nobody Name A Single Song You Ever Released (That’s Right)
Even “Crashout” Wasn’t Your Original Beat (Facts)
Everytime Joey Dropped, You See, He Eats
I Did More For You Than The Whole Of Tde (Tde, Nigga)
It’s Too Bad, Nigga, You Should Have Been Signed To Me (Too Bad)
Somebody Tell Top We ’bout To Start Td East (Td East, Nigga)

Funny How They Gotta Use The Pro Name For Promo (Yeah)
On The Low Though, I Really Think You Niggas Is Homo (Ayo)
The Way You Let Dot D!ck Sit In Your Mouth (Ayo)
This That Same D!ck-lickin’ I Was Talkin’ About (Ssh)
You Niggas Would Do Anything For The Clout
Crash Out Over Niggas Who Won’t Even Let You In They House
I Bet You Ain’t Even Got His Number (You Dogs)
It’s Funny How The Thirst Is Bein’ Disguised As Hunger

Should Have Sat Down, Been Humble, But Now I Gotta Son You
This Little Ray Of Light’ll Be The Biggest Shine Of Your Whole Life
I Don’t Just Flow, I Talk To Your Soul On The Mic
You Don’t Want Smoke With Me, Please, Just Give Me A Light
You Need Me To Buzz, I’m Light Years Beyond Ray
Want Me To Engage, So You Mentioned My Fiancé?
Clearly, I Ain’t Scared To Get In The Ring (Nuh-uh)
I Mean Even Gervonta Had To Fight A Couple Bums Just To Be King
(Boom-baow-bing-bing)

         

Fu*k Around, Leave Me No Choice To Slay Vaughn (Yeah)
Sugar In Your Tank But You Ain’t No Sugar Ray, Vaughn (Hey)
Gay Vaughn, Keep Punchin’ Up With Them Pillow Hands
You Ain’t Even A Middleman, You Just A Lil’ Man
Fu*k Whippin’ Feet, We Throw Hands Like Rayman
You Ain’t No Ray Liotta, How Much You Made Man?
Said I Wouldn’t Talk About Your Pocket, But Ayy, Man (Look)
You Need A Optician Just To See Ray Bands

Go Fetch A Coffee For Your Ceo
’cause Judgin’ By The Numbers, Clearly I Can See He Owed
Your Mouth Runnin’ ’cause Your Pockets Run On Low (Uh-huh)
I’m Active And I’m Actin’ (Yeah), Yeah
And That’s Somethin’ Only Me And Pac Would Know (Facts)
Play With Fire, Then You Gon’ Get Burned (That’s Right)
Listen And Learn Kid, You Was Better Off As The Intern
Better Yet, A Mascot (Uh-huh), I Been A Beast With These Flows

Nigga, You Can Ask Dot, Killuminati Pt. 2
Yeah, That Was My Last Shot
And It’s A Difference Between That And Ruler’s Back, Let’s Be Clear (Uh-huh)
I Salute You Kenny But I Know You Well Aware (Uh-huh)
You Lookin’ For Some Competition? Then Just Know That I’ll Be Right Here

         

Straight Like That, Look (Yeah-yeah)
It’s Live Nigga Rap
We Live And Direct (Grr)
(Ayy)
I’m Back (Nigga, What?)
New York City, Here And Now Reppin’ (Stay Down)
With Joey Bada$$ (Uh-huh)
(East Coast, Nigga)
You Gotta Love It, Yeah
That’s Right
Joey Brunson, Uh
Yeah
The Finals, Nigga
And You Failed The Test, Nigga
You Fu*kin’ Failed

Frequently Asked Questions

Who is the singer of the “THE FINALS” song?

The “THE FINALS” song is sung by Joey Bada$$.

Who wrote the lyrics to the “THE FINALS” song?

The song “THE FINALS” was written by Joey Bada$$.

Who is the music producer of the “THE FINALS” song?

“THE FINALS” is produced by Fierce, Boi-1da, Coleman, and DRTWRK.

When was the “THE FINALS song released?

THE FINALS was released on May 15, 2025.

What is the duration of THE FINALS?

The duration of the song THE FINALS is approximately 4 minutes and 01 second long.

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