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What If I Was Gay lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Eminem)

 [Joyner Lucas:]

Uh

What if I told you that I was different?

What if I told you that’s something's missin'?

And what if I told you we're not alike

And the way that I'm feel inside is different than what you picture

What if I told you I feel divided?

Keep to myself and I'm awfully quiet

And what if I told you I been conflicted by my own thoughts

Trapped in the dark, and I tried to hide it

No, I'm not a slave to no fuckin' fairy tale

I bet you think that you know me very well

Make no mistake, this is not a cry for help

'Cause I don't owe no one no explanation on how I feel

But on the real, what if I told you that I was brave?

I grew up different than I was raised

But still, what if I told you I'm out of place? Wait

What if I told you that I was gay?

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh

Yeah

What if I told you I'm not alright?

I mean, I don't feel dead, but I'm not alive

And what if I told you, "I'm not like you"

And the shit I've been goin' through, it'll prolly make you cry

And what if I told you, "I'm not this"

And the person you think you know don't exist

Look, I'm not who you know, I'm not who you wish

I'm not who you want me to be, what you want from me isn't this

I grew up in church where I couldn't be myself

I felt like a prisoner, couldn't leave my cell

They told me, "God don't like ugly," and this an ugly world

And if I ever seen things different, then I would burn in hell

And on the real, this is not new, this is not a phase

I grew up different than I was raised

But still, what if I told you I'm out of place? Wait

What if I told you that I was gay?

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh

[Eminem:]

What if I told you I'm homophobic?

And you have zero control over your impulses

And the genetic flaw in your chromosomes is the culprit

It's something I can't sugarcoat, it's repulsive

We were homies, since children, I thought it

But thought I was buggin', though

'Cause we'd sit, chill and just talk chicks

Now how can we be friends still after all this

Unless, I can convince you to repent

Ask God to forgive you for your sins

And begin healin' your conscience

And rid you of this sick illness that causes it

Part of me wishes you'd kept this shit, still in the closet

I'm white but I'm gettin' mixed feelings like Logic

Yeah, I'm pissed off a little, this is a choice

We were supposed to be boys

You're actin' like this ain't optional

What if I said you was weak?

'Cause you don't got the strength to conquer some biological monster that's part of you

That's responsible for them homosexual thoughts

If you don't want a lecture, part

Like a sofa section or long as you

Make your decision and stand by it, but I can't be beside it

'Cause for me, that'd be next to impossible

Or you learn to control your urges

You say, "It's like pullin' teeth and morals are oral surgeons"

But how would you even know anyways if you're a virgin

Why can't you be a normal person?

What if I tried steerin' you towards a girlfriend?

Wouldn't work, would it? You seem pretty surefooted

I'm sure good at judgin', but I have no right

I know goodbyes seems cold, right?

Not even a flicker of hope like a strobe light

As I leave and I swear I stayed up that whole night

And no, I didn't know you would go right home and go take your own life

I ain't mean for that shit to happen, I said I won't cry

I let the best friend that I've ever known die

Alone, was gonna tell you the next day

I'm so sorry, I'm fightin' my own demons, I won't lie

They won't leave me alone, eatin' at my soul, this whole time

I've been tortured, imprisoned in my own mind

A born again Christian but Lord if you're listenin'

We might be headed for a collision

'Cause when I told my boy I couldn't support his decision

I was tryna make it seem like a choice, when it isn't

Can't be cured with a prayer to Saint Jude

What If I told you my wish never came true?

What if I'm a hypocrite who is afraid to just face truth? Wait

What if I told you I'm gay too?

[Joyner Lucas:]

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh, duh nuh nuh duh

Duh nuh

What's Poppin Remix (What's Gucci) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

 What's Gucci? (Joyner)

Boston bitch, she bougie (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you goofy

Told niggas, "You don't like me? Shoot me"

And if you don't wanna fight me, sue me

Guaranteed niggas won't like the new me

This feel like a Spike Lee movie

Room full of hoes and I might get choosy

Please excuse me

All of my moves are carefully planned

Don't play with me, I'm a family man

I put your bitch on my family plan

My mansion lookin' like Fantasy Land

I bought a beach with some Canada sand

All of my moves are carefully planned

I'm two steps ahead like Nigerian scams (Word)

Now hand me the Benz

You in the crib and I'm here with the fans

My bitch got titties like Pamela And'

And she wanna fuck in a janitor's van

I'm 'bout to turn to a psycho

You 'bout to see my true colors like Michael

I'm 'bout to pick niggas up with a rifle

I never lit niggas up but I might though

I'm a cool nigga but I can get spiteful

I'm 'bouta fuck this shit up like a typo

You do not know me, no, we ain't related

And we ain't got mutual friends that I might know

I don't wanna be acquainted regardless

Every bitch I ever been with told me I'm heartless

I don't trust a single motherfucker, I'm cautious

I can never win, they want me up in a coffin

Way before I started winnin', had a couple of losses

Had to make a livin' out my mother's apartment

Wasn't too much opportunity to come up in Boston

I was fucking exhausted, I was done with the talkin'

I was workin' odd jobs, had me stuck in the office

On God, I was outside runnin' and walkin' nonstop

On a dark block, duckin' and dodgin' all cops

'Til they all stop, buckin' and sparkin' all Glocks

'Til my heart stops workin' at ten breaths

I benchpress any fuck nigga relentless

I been dead, I ain't put you niggas to bed yet

The bed wet, this a wet dream of wet sex with' rednecks

Why am I not allowed to feel, to feel free?

I learned from God, whatever will, just will be

I bet you prolly wanna kill, to kill me

The cops who killed Breonna Taylor still free

And George Floyd'd prolly kill to still breathe

How many black lives did they kill to kill me?

I protest but we still feel no real peace

I hear no relief, I still don't feel free

And man I hate fucked up rules

Got a fucked up head with some fucked up screws

Bitch, please don't put me in a fucked up mood

Got twin nines, so we play duck, duck, goose

Better jump up, move 'fore I bump rush

Niggas get lumped up too, I'm in a fucked up mood

I don't even trust me, why the fuck trust you?

Three deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, nigga

I'm with the fam

Bitch, you a pig, I don't fuck with no ham

All y'all been sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in

I built the label then upped the event

Please don't compare me to none of these scrams

I'm buildin' my brand, you stuck in the ground

I took advantage and stuck to the plan (Joyner)

Fuck is you sayin'?

What's Gucci? (Joyner)

Boston bitch, she bougie (Yeah, yeah)

Look, you goofy

Told niggas, "You don't like me? Shoot me"

And if you don't wanna fight me, sue me

Guaranteed niggas won't like the new me (They won't)

This feel like a Spike Lee movie

What's gucci?

Who Got The Yayo? lyrics - Joyner Lucas

 Yeah, yeah

Who got the yayo? (Who got the yayo?)

Who got the...

Who got the yayo? Who got the yayo? (Who got the yayo?)

Who got the...

Who got the yayo?

Who got the... Who got the...

Who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

I need some cut when I'm using the scale

I don't sell drugs, it's not really my style

But I need a plan if this music'll fail

So who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

I know some hustlers I'm cool with in jail

I'll be god damn if I work a real job

I need thousands of dollars the movement is real

So who got the yayo?

Who got the plug?

Promised my auntie I'd never sell drugs

She told me pray if I ever need guidance

The truth was my logic, I never got love

Workin' my ass off to see where it get me

I need some white girl, I need me some Becky

Packets of money, I bet that they'll love me

Cause none of my honeys don't even respect me

Who got the yayo? Show me them niggas

Bitch, I've been rapping since HOV was a dealer

There's too many rappers that no one can hear 'em

And Diddy and Yeezy don't notice a nigga

Don't notice a nigga, tell me who next

Who got that Yayo? Who got that best?

Grandma gon' kill me she find that I'm dealin'

But my time is limited who got the stretch?

250, 350, 550, yeah

I got some heat when they ride with me, yeah

I wanna see what they got for me

Nigga now who got the yayo? don't lie to me, yeah

Don't get it twisted I move and I ain't lost a step

I don't usually get played off the left

I got Hitlers like Adolf that hate on a nigga

Then take off and then its a pill at the [?]

And I'm cooking like Raekwon the Chef

Poppa told me don't leave cake on the dresser

They playin' not death

Pray on a downfall I hope I fall down

Then they all keep just smilin' then there go my rep

What she gon' say, I need this rap money move out the way

If I don't get famous then who got the yay?

Who got the yay? Who got the yay?

Who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

I need some cut when I'm using the scale

I don't sell drugs, it's not really my style

But I need a plan if this music'll fail

So who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

I know some hustlers I'm cool with in jail

I'll be god damn if I work a real job

I need thousands of dollars the movement is real

So who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

Who got the, who got the

Who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

Who got the yayo? [x2]

Ship me some packages who got the mail

I'll be god damned if my music'll fail

So who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

Who got the yayo? Who got that coco

I don't know shit about chopping no cholo

Heard you know niggas that cop for the low-low

Be careful them snitches call cops on the low-low

And I just be solo, I just be dolo

Pushing a hooptie, I'm riding a loso

Under the radar, can't look like no target

Them niggas was talking but not anymore doe

Who got the yayo? Who got the crocket?

That Betty Crocker they using then cop it

Burying these niggas, put two in a coffin

I'm usually exhausted the truth is I'm driving

2000-and fucking-5 miles with no choppers around

If I make it from rapping then I can sit down

But the truth is this shit is not promised for now

So I guess I'll just move in wich-y'all niggas

Now gimmie 250, 350, 550, yeah

I need some heat when they ride with me, yeah

I wanna see what they got for me nigga

Now who got the yayo? Don't lie to me, yeah

Don't get it twisted I move and I ain't lost a step

I can spit like I ain't lost a breath

Running this shit with the heat on and ain't broke a sweat

What the fuck is you think you gon' get

Put the cake on my back, bleeding my ink from this pen

In my heart I still think I'mma win

If I don't then I guess I'll just trap out the bando

Move keys a pianos and lay in the sand

What the fuck you gon' say

I need the trap money move out the way

If I don't get famous then who got the yay?

Who got the yay, nigga who got the yay?

Who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

I need some cut when I'm using the scale

I don't sell drugs, it's not really my style

But I need a plan if this music'll fail

So who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

I know some hustlers I'm cool with in jail

And I'll be god damn if I work a real job

I need thousands of dollars the movement is real

Nigga who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

Who got the, who got the

Who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

Ship me some packages who got the mail

So who got the yayo?

I don't sell drugs, it's not really my style

But I need a plan if this music'll fail

So who got the yayo?

Who got the, who got the, who got the yayo?

Who got the yayo? [x2]

I don't sell drugs, it's not really my style

But I need a plan if this music'll fa-

Who got the yayo?

I never wanted to sell any drugs

Pass the cocaina, cocaine or coquito

That power, perico that product is Deebo

Might need a lot of them kilos

I might need a pound just for me doe

Cause I just be stressin'

I got some problems I'm guessin

I'm crazy you probably think different

I'm high on a mission

Tomorrow ain't promised

So this is just me whippin' pies in the kitchen

The pastor keep preachin' I think keep singing that gospel

Then I look straight through the bible

All of my teachers said rappin' is easy

But being successful is harder than I knew

And I would just nod I said, "Well I'm gonna try"

She looked back at me and stared, "Do what you can"

I said, "Well what if I fail?" She said, "Just do it again"

Do what you fail, don't let the devil inside you

Don't let the ghetto deprive you

Pray everyday, but if you lose all of your faith

Then you must do what you got to

Then you must do what you got to

My nigga got get it, go take it go make it you business

Cause haters don't listen, now who got the flavor

I'm missing, now who got the flavor said

Who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

I need some cut when I'm using the scale

I don't sell drugs, it's not really my style

But I need a plan if this music'll fail

So who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

I know some hustlers I'm cool with in jail

And I'll be god damn if I work a real job

I need thousands of dollars the movement is real

Nigga who got the yayo? Who got the yayo?

Who got the, who got the, who got the yayo?

Who got the yayo?

Will (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Will Smith

 [Joyner Lucas:]

Hey

Will

Yeah

I'm feelin' like Will (Hey)

I feel like a prince

I'm feelin' myself (Buck, buck)

I'm loaded with bills

'Cause I wasn't blessed

With no Uncle Phil (Woah)

Don't know how it feels

I wanted to flex

They told me to chill (Chill)

I'm makin' a flip (Flip)

My life is a flick (Flick)

Now load up the film

[Will Smith:]

Yeah

You feelin' like me? I feel like a prince that turned to a king

Found me a queen, started a family and got me a team

On top of my dreams, Joyner, I know you inspired by me

Like I was inspired by Nelson Mandela, I give him a rose for every endeavor

And shoutout to Julius Erving, one of the legends I worship

Muhammad Ali put the work in, he was the champ, the greatest, he earned it

I love that you think that I'm perfect but I have plenty mistakes and burdens

My grandmama thought I was worthless, she always got at me when I was searching

I wouldn't be me if it wasn't for her (I wouldn't be Will)

I wouldn't be Willie, I couldn't be me if there wasn't no Eddie

I wouldn't be Will if I wasn't from Philly

Ain't nothin' much that you really can tell me

Willy been cold since Benny and Jerry

Must've forgot that I really get busy

They must've forgot who invented "Get Jiggy," ayy

Back before there was streaming sales

Way before all the iTunes and the fans had to get CDs still

Sixty million records sold, I was on fire, I ain't even need a grill

Did it all with no cuss words, I ain't have to curse just to keep it real

Me and Jazz in the late eighties, writin' rhymes, makin' tapes daily

Fresh Prince make the babes crazy, rest in peace to James Avery

Even when the streets call me corny I still ain't ever let the hate break me

I just wanted the respect first, I still ain't ever let the fame change me

New me, but I'm old school

Big Willy on the ProTools

Still fresh and I'm so smooth

I still got on my old shoes

I give Jada one thousand kisses, ain't nothin' change since '02

Martin Lawrence get a rose too

He a legend and a GOAT too

Man, I love how you break the rules

Pushing limits and you make it cool

Joyner Lucas wasn't made to lose

You a legend in the making too

What a beauty, my life's a movie

I swear I'm only on take two

All my kids turned out great and I know your son gon' be great too

Brick by brick, buildin' a wall that no one could break

Flip by flip, glad I could help so you could be straight

And life's a trip, but who could relate?

The legends are gone but it ain't too late

To give 'em a rose and carry the grace

'Cause not every hero is wearin' a cape

[Joyner Lucas:]

I'm feelin' like Will (Hey)

I feel like a prince

I'm feelin' myself (Buck, buck)

I'm loaded with bills

'Cause I wasn't blessed

With no Uncle Phil (Woah)

Don't know how it feels

I wanted to flex

They told me to chill (Chill)

I'm makin' a flip (Flip)

My life is a flick, mhm

Words With Friends lyrics - Joyner Lucas

 (How 'bout swag?)

Fuck a swag or being wavy, my practice is being different

You lacking and need attention, I'm rapping in three dimensions

I killed the Seed of Chucky, he back just to seek a vengeance

I slash his Achilles tendons

(Yo what about cars?)

Mitsubishis, Hyundais and Kias

Range Rovers, Hyundais, a Lexus

Suzuki, Toyota Prius

Mercedes, Bugattis, Porsches

More shit I just can't afford, when I see you I'm taking yours

You don't open, I'm breaking doors and I broke 'em

(Snitches?)

The streets is tattle-telling, cats revealing

Half 'em killing, half 'em dealing

Strapped and peeling

Blaaat, Kill 'em

They trap us

Send the coppers at them niggas trapped in prison

Cause these bastards tell'em, that's a bad decision

(Women)

They devious, beautiful, sexy

Intelligent, back-bone, sneaky

Deceitful, envy

Argumentative, territorial with lots of fetishes

Emotional creatures who like leathery baller benefits

(What about politics?)

Fucking whack, the U.S. is under attack

The whole nation is under scrutiny, psychological foolery

TV is filled with coonery, guess it's cool to be that

It's a shame the reason we voted Obama is cause he's black

(Joyner)

Joyner Lucas, I'm spitting shit out the air

Kicking alphabetical schemes, and I smack the shit out of words

Slam you on the street, tell them you got hit by the curb

I can take the Hit out of ler, I can take your bitch out of her

(What about food?)

Fried chicken and roasted coyle, with fish smothered in oil

With onions and pass the foil

Some cabbage, candy yams

Smoked ribs and a fucking wrap, and two mikes

A female groupie and some actress as Angela Bassett

(What about your favorite rappers?)

Black thought, Slim Shady, K. Lamar

Joe Budden, J. Stylez, P, Nas

Plenty more, Lauryn Hill, Mos Def

Farrahman, Kweli, Kanye

Method Man, Jay-Z, Beanie Sieg, me

(What about kids?)

Innocent, rowdy plus curious

Rambunctious peer pressure

Funny ones, smart ones

Even some who lack guidance, act violent, troublesome

They need love, they need us, they need what, they need

(What about drugs?)

Ecstasy, coke, 2 acid tablets

Some reefer, that's THC for my speakers

I'm PCPing, some bleach and some DVDs

I buy shrooms and some oxycotins

Some crystal meth on this beat, got you smoking crack in your seat

(Wordplay)

Wordplay, play with words

Even if the words play

Tetris like a puzzle, puzzle stretching like I'm exercising

Exercising when I'm taxi driving, driving texting while I'm whiling texting

Til they pull me over give me breathalyzers

Tempers rising, textin bitches

Letters like I'm emphasizing, emphasizing by the size of envy put them em inside

Step aside, keep it in this verse put your friend aside

That's what I learned, never mind if ever I should tell a lie

Then tell a lie, when you see him

I've been seeing devil's eyes, eyes devil red and God told me that the devil died

Lamborghini diablo, Devil dare me to devil die

Right off the cliff, satanic strip until the genocide

Of Free Masons and ask Mason if he choose the Devil side

Illuminate the Illuminati, not even rep a lie

My repertoire get the pot of gold, kill the Leprachaun

In Lebanon with my sweater rhymes for the second time

Wrote My Way Out (Remix) lyrics - Royce da 5'9", Joyner Lucas & Black Thought (feat. Aloe Blacc)

[Aloe Blacc:] I wrote my way out

[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]

Wrote everything down far as I could see

(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)

[Aloe Blacc:] I wrote my way out

[Royce da 5'9":]

Uh, they said I wouldn't amount to nothing

Now I hold the head of he who could give the crown concussion

Fuck it, my new 'vice is stay off my old vices

Even though my new life is gon' cost me my old life

I wrote my way out of it (I wrote my way out), out of that hell hole

Shoes that don't even gotta be tied up, that's velcro

My freedom sitting on the other side of that cell door

The other side of the track where I'm from like railroads

My daddy slapped the shit out my momma in front of me

Couldn't do shit about it at that time I was young and weak

All I could do was write a hundred rhymes to a hundred beats

'Bout what I plan to do in spite of what was done to me

I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

Out of the poor house, accomplished my goals somehow

I never sold out, I'm a product of Motown

And now I'm in the public eye

So if you ever see me solve a problem before

Just know before I solved a problem that the problem got wrote down

[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]

I wrote my way out

Wrote everything down far as I could see

(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)

[Aloe Blacc:] I wrote my way out

[Joyner Lucas:]

Back to the store to get some bare essentials

Government cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a pair of pencils

I write my life inside this journal, hope they hear my info

And if you think this shit is dope then you should hear my intro

Yeah I used to argue with my teachers and go back and forth

Told them one day I be famous and be back for more

Maybe blow all of my bread to make it back on tour

And smash all the rich hoes that I never had before

Ryan had no paper, I was plotting on them racks on racks

Niggas sneaking in your crib with the black on black

Just rumbling through your shit like lemme have all that

'Cause I was lost, now I'm back on track

Look I ain't never been shit and that's just me being real

I gotta call it how I see it, that's just me being trill

And I ain't trying to take advice, just take it easier, chill

But if I gotta pay the price, fuck it, then leave me the bill

Joyner

(Yeah)

[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]

I wrote my way out

Wrote everything down far as I could see

[Aloe Blacc:] Picked up a pen and I wrote my way out

[Black Thought:]

Yeah, I wrote words on a page, symbols on a surface

Graffiti on the wall where my ancestors were purchased

I contemplate when the day I'm due to inherit the earth is

I'm a subversive nation awaiting the birth of his own

Where shots get thrown and spots get blown

And the convicts roam on the streets of a conflict zone

It's not his home

Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the throne speaking in a toxic tone

I feel like I wrote my way up out of a burning building

To earning millions in this world of soldiers and civilians

I burn the oil every night as I return to brilliance

Under the gun, I'm under pressure, under surveillance

But I'm spitting the bigger picture, sending the benediction

Some people write and live what I'm penning, this Little Richard

Paper begins to rip while I'm illustrating the difference

And a fake out and a way to break out

I shawshank the great escape route

Yeah

[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]

I wrote my way out

[Aloe Blacc:]

Oh I was born in the eye of the storm

No loving arms to keep me warm

This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear

I can do without, I'm here

'Cause I wrote my way out

Ye Not Crazy lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Look

I got some bones to pick

You ain't heard no one as cold as this (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Give me the stick, let me hold this shit

You make a move, I'ma blow this bitch

You 'bout to get what you supposed to get, uh

I don't know this trick

Why she keep blowin' my phone and shit? (Ayy)

Will someone please tell me whose ho' this is? (Ayy, ayy)

Nigga, you know who the coldest is? (Coldest is?)

Who's cold as this?

My Lambo got too many options, I don't even know what mode this in (Ayy)

Nigga, you know who flow this is? (Flow this is?)

I just stole this shit

Niggas act like I ain't supposed to be rich

Like I ain't grow up where the roaches live

Like I ain't come up, like—

How do you spell "Crazy"? G-E-N-I-U-S

How do you spell "Pay me"? I-R-S

What you know about mental health when you live in hell and you out of meds?

What the fuck is a meltdown when my meltdown's on a private jet?

Woah, labels ain't wanna sign the check (Joyner)

Then I got on my Ye shit, turned every no to a solid yes

I don't care about who's poppin' now, let the whole world know I am next

I ain't quittin' 'til I touch the sky or a nigga livin' on the ISS (Brrt, brrt)

Hold up, Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy)

Even if they try to cancel me, that ain't gon' phase me (Ain't gon' phase me)

Yeah, I sin, God forgave me (God forgave me)

How the fuck I'm gon' change the world if they gon' change me? (They gon' change me?)

Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy), well, maybe I am (Well, maybe I am)

Never thought I'd be a billionaire, now I'm like, maybe I can (Maybe I can)

Jesus walks, nigga, I ran (Nigga, I ran)

Sorry I pissed you off, I'll do it again

Tell me what's greater than God and worse than the Devil? I hate all the mind games

I'm tired of eatin' the scraps they left on the table, I need me an entrée

I wasn't seein' success, so I had to switch and do this shit my way

Shorty ain't pay me no mind 'til I got a bitch, then she wanna rendez

Yeah, running red lights like fuck what the sign say

I just went back to the future to cop me a Urus and stunt on my prom date (Joyners)

I'm havin' dinners with billionaire hitters, they lookin' at me like a small change

Maybe want move to Miami and buy me some kilos and turn into Scarface

Yeah, they try to do me like Marilyn Manson

Back me inside of a corner and turn me to someone who shot up and dances

Someone who won't go to Sway in the Morning and tell him he don't got the answers

Someone afraid of takin' the mic from niggas and takin' my chances

I got a list of you niggas I'm better than

One of the greatest, but niggas don't mention him

Soon as they sleepin', I plot my revenge on 'em

Shell put a dent in 'em, baow (Brrt)

Being famous done fucked up my mental, I made so much money, I lost all my friends and them

Broke up the family, but kept all the realest ones

I'm not as sane as I felt I was

Hold up, Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy)

Even if they try to cancel me, that ain't gon' phase me (Ain't gon' phase me)

Yeah, I sin, God forgave me (God forgave me)

How the fuck I'm gon' change the world if they gon' change me? (They gon' change me?)

Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy), well, maybe I am (Well, maybe I am)

Never thought I'd be a billionaire, now I'm like, maybe I can (Maybe I can)

Jesus walks, nigga, I ran (Nigga, I ran)

Sorry I pissed you off, I'll do it again

Watch busts, come check my wrist, uh, uh, bitch, I'm lit

Hit just once, that bitch obsessed, uh, uh, bitch, I'm blessed

Too on point, I just don't miss, uh, uh, way too fresh

So much drip, I came through wet, major flex

I hope the industry better get used to me

I told them rappers they really just food to me

Kill all these niggas and read 'em a eulogy

Ain't nothin' much you can do to me, uh

I got a check and then bought me some jewelry

They say I changed and I'm not what I used to be

I done got bigger, this shit feel like puberty

I know they better make room for me, mm

And I'm tired of bein' the underdog that come along

And they wanna put a fuckin' muzzle on and shut the bark

And chain me to another fuckin' porch all summer long

Then tell me I should go and run along like nothing's wrong

I watched everybody get awards all summer long

When I was eatin' on the fuckin' floor in the garage

That type of shit'll drive a nigga nuts and up in arms

And now my brain isn't what it was, I'm fuckin' callin' it, ah

Hold up (Brr, brr), Ye's not crazy (Ye's not crazy)

Even if they try to cancel me, that ain't gon' phase me (Ain't gon' phase me)

Yeah, I sin, God forgave me (God forgave me)

How the fuck I'm gon' change the world if they gon' change me?

Your Heart lyrics - Joyner Lucas & J. Cole

[Joyner Lucas:]

Mm

I'm sorry (Yeah)

I'm sorry (Yeah)

I broke your heart, huh?

You knew I was a fuck-nigga from the start, huh?

You should've listened when they said I was a dawg, huh

You should've listened to your head when you had thoughts, huh

That's what you thought, huh

I left you scarred, yeah

You never be the same again, put that on God, huh

I took your heart and then I tore that shit apart, huh

I fucked you over, did you dirty, did you wrong, huh

I did you wrong, huh, I did you wrong, yeah

You say you hate me but I know that this resolve, yeah

Angry texts, we don't ever get along, yeah

We been rockin' with each other for so long, yeah

Maybe that's why it's been harder to move on, yeah

And you changed too (Changed)

And your mama and your friends think I'm to blame too

And you hate it when somebody say my name, ooh

Every time you hear my name you wanna drink, ooh, ooh, ooh

You wanna get out, you wanna get drunk, you wanna get lit, lit

You wanna get crazy, do everything that you never did (Did)

You wanna get bent, you want the revenge, you wanna get dick

But you ain't about that life, so you might fuck a bitch (Bitch)

You might, you might break a window

You might do some wild shit out of impulse

You say that you hate me and we're not involved

But you still checkin' on me tryna find info, I know

I broke your heart, huh?

You knew I was a fuck-nigga from the start, huh?

You should've listened when they said I was a dawg, huh

You should've listened to your head when you had thoughts, huh

That's what you thought, huh

I left you scarred, yeah

You never be the same again, put that on God, huh

I took your heart and then I tore that shit apart, huh

I fucked you over, did you dirty, did you wrong, huh

I did you wrong, huh, I did you wrong, huh

[J. Cole:]

I hate a fuck-nigga, used to be a fuck-nigga

Couldn't even blame her if she did fuck niggas

You run your bitch through the mud, you deserve that

So you can feel it for yourself where it hurt at

What goes around comes around, I know you heard that

While you was creepin', tell me, did it not occur that

There's niggas slidin' in the DMs every AM, every PM?

Used to be like automatic, she would curve that

That was before when you was loyal

Now it's thirst traps on her profile and niggas know how to

Spot a chink in your armor, you been trippin', dawg

You ain't been keepin' your permits, you been pimpin', dawg

Now bitches wink in your comments, she's suspicious, dawg

And now you reap in your commas, she got niggas, dawg

Callin' her phone while you gone and your bitch-ass

Can't even feel no way 'cause you doin' her the same

Now you know the pain

And we used to be the dynamic duos in flames

And you too proud to see that you hold the blame

From all that playin', nigga, we too old for games, mane

You broke her heart, huh?

When you met her, she was young and hella pure, huh

Ain't had no clue that she was fuckin' with a dawg, huh

You never thought you'd see the day that she was gone, huh

But you was wrong, huh, yeah, you was wrong, huh

'Cause now as of late she ain't answerin' your calls, huh

She VIP, she out here fuckin' with your star sign

Some other nigga got it now, he 'bout to spoil her

You could've spoiled her, and bitch you starved her, yeah

Zeze Freestyle lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Ahh, shit

Joyner!

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a great battle"

But you about to see a fucking snake rattle

Boy, you just a pony with a pink saddle

I'm truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow

When are you gon' overcome? (Huh)

When are you gon' level up?

When are you gon' grow another foot? (Huh)

When are you gon' show us that you number one? (When)

And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple months

Don't you think I'm bluffing neither

I thought you were tougher, eager (Damn)

How you almost signed to Justin Bieber?

You look like a fuckin' beaver (Haha)

Ten years in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the fucking bleachers

Boy, you just another diva (Just another diva)

Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the house screaming

"Tory, we don't fucking need you"

Why yo' daddy up and leave you? (Why)

I guess this is how they fucking treat you

And you my puppet, you my Cousin Skeeter

This ain't what you wanted, they been waiting for it

I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas take me for

(What the fuck)

I pull up in a Demon but I kill Satan for it

If you want attention Tory you gon' have to pay me for it

All these hoes love me but you sucker niggas hate me for it

You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door

The bullets fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy

All you do is cry, you a child, you my baby boy

You call yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)

Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo' shit

Don't ever think that you could ever come compare yo' shit

Little girls and kids only ones who feel yo' shit

I skipped the plaques on my way to a Grammy

All your records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy

Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can scare me

And you got identity issues, niggas think you a tranny, really? (Damn)

Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why)

I know keeping up with lies can get tiring sometimes

You not a G and deep down you wanna hide sometimes

Staring at the sunshine and start crying sometimes

Your real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine

And when you sing you kinda sound like you dying sometimes

You make the type of tracks that had me feelin' silent inside

Nobody take you serious, put all the violence aside

Okay, let's talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah)

Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing

(Let's talk about it)

And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on that "Don't Die" record

You should probably go pay the nigga (Yeah, man)

And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)

Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending

On "4AM Flex" 2 minutes and 50 seconds

Sound exactly like "The Art of Peer Pressure", go take a listen

You inspired by the niggas you name dropped

Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops

When I seen you on Flex, I gave props

But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the train stop

You thought you were fly 'til the plane drop

Ugly motherfucker tryna stunt in a tank top

It's no wonder why they used to feed yo' ass with a slingshot

You my son, this the last time I'll give you a Ring Pop

Sit down, you on punishment

And don't get up until you see me

And don't even think about touching that TV

No more video games, no more phone, no more 3D

No more radio or boombox for your weak ass CD

Matter of fact, give me your chains back and everything I bought you

You a disgrace to this family and everything I taught you

I hate to say it son but you make me sick

I should'a knew you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick

It's no wonder why you pay for pussy

Tory you think you slick

All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy prick

Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I need some answers

How come you couldn't follow in my steps and be a dancer?

Or maybe write a book like me or be somebody's grandpa

Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some hair plugs

No more rapping, give me your pen and paper

No more lying to the people on how you the biggest gangster

Now hurry up and get your juicy out the refrigerator

You going to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute later

No, I don't wanna hear it

No, let this be a lesson

Close your mouth and go into your room like I suggested

I'm a get real Joe Jackson in a second

Matter of fact, give me your toys, I'm adding that to the collection

I just did a show and got it lit ya little nigga

And my freestyles killing your originals nigga

Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little nigga

You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know nigga

You ain't from Toronto, put that on the Bible

I put six hollows in your Ferragamo

Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the bottle

Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado

Now come get on my level, I'm hard as metal

I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel

I bury all of you little ninja turtles

You Donatello, you soft as jello

You must be gone off that Amaretto

It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as pillows

You fucking midget, I call you Willow

I throw you out a fucking car window

I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings

Yo' heart spinning, my bars illing

I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm authentic

Your bars running no off limits

Don't talk business, don't talk, listen

I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck! Nigga

What, nigga

Fuck out my face nigga

Ayy nigga look

We gonna get one in, pause

Let's not, let's not do this back and forth shit no more

I, I think we know what's up, you know

Ha ha ha, Joyner