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Back In Blood (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

Yeah, look (Ayy)

I ain't been on my freestyle shit in a minute but niggas don't put no respect

So tell all these rappers that I'm takin' over, just so you know what to expect

I wasn't gon' do it at first but fuck it, I must keep my foot on they neck

If I give you a warning, you better believe me, you know I stay good on my threats

Nigga, I spent my whole life in the studio, shit kinda feel like I'm doin' a stretch

I wish I could spend more time with my son but I know that I'm doin' the best

And I know that it's worth it when he look at me and say, "Daddy, look, you are the best"

Need to find a new way to deal with my anger 'cause I never do good with stress

Niggas hate when I brag, I know, when I talk about cash, I know

When I talk about cars, I know, all the bitches I have, I know

They say, "J, I miss when you was broke

Way before all the fame and glory

Money changed you, it made you corny

The material things just bore me

You're no different than all of these industry niggas, I thought you were special and awesome

Now you sellin' your soul and just hopin' on records with anyone, nigga, you lost it

I miss when you made music that I could relate to 'cause all of your new shit ain't thoughtful

When you gon' make some new music with Marshall?

When you gon' pull some new shit out the arsenal?"

I'm back on my remix shit, don't sue me, nigga, I'm too unruly

I might slide on a hoe like Toosie, bitch, I'm too dang groovy, ooh

Niggas try and cancel me like Boosie, all y'all hoes is goofy

But, yeah, you know my life's a movie, I sold crack to Pookie

Look, she in love with the cocaine, I'm in love with the dope gang

Try to cook crack with a oven and propane

Try to make a dollar back when I ain't have no name

But niggas told me that I had to stay in my own lane

I jumped in the water and started makin' my own wave

I'm watchin' the pool splash, they told me don't move fast

And every nigga doin' better than me, I blew past

Now niggas look at me, like, "How the fuck did he do that?"

I got one crib, I don't live in it

The other one is big enough to probably put my other muhfuckin' crib in it

But one crib, I made a clubhouse and stuffed all my step kids in it

And then I built me a trap house and let all the fiends take a hit in it

And I might buy a church too, just in case I wanna sin it

Put a hot tub in the front row, let all my hoes come swim in it

Yeah, I made so much bread, I bought a crib to take a shit in it

You talk about it, I'm livin' it, you brag about it, I been did it

And I got your bitch in the whip ridin' shotgun with the ceiling down

You let her down, I feel her up just 'cause the bitch feelin' down

I don't know if her ass real but I do know that it's really round

I think that I'm tall enough for her to give me head without kneelin' down

Fake niggas only really lie just because of prolly how real it sounds

Please shut the fuck up anytime I bring somebody real around

You versus me, nigga? That's like a whale pushin' a seal around

Tell me, how many dead rappers you think it takes to fill the ground?

And bitch, I'm in pimp mode, I only know what the pimps know

The man in the mirror is schizo, I pay a stripper in crypto

I pay a stripper in crypto, I do not care if you lit, though

I hit my plug from the flip phone, I'm sellin' pebbles to Flinstones

Scam nightly, sellin' whatever the strand might be, yeah

Get like me, all of my packages sealed tightly, yeah

I had a record deal, then I drop a label, nigga, come take a chance like me

You niggas cannot advance like me, you'll give Atlantic back the advance like me

I got the upper hand, mm, and I got the other hand icy

My diamonds movin' like Chris Brown, you know I love when they dance hyphy

Ayy, ayy, only nigga that told his girlfriends 'bout my other girlfriends in front of my side lil' bitch and wifey

Give a fuck about security in the club, we gon' ride

Give a fuck if it's a quarantine or not, we still outside

The last nigga tried to play me talkin' crazy, then he died

Like them cheap-ass hoes [?], catch you slippin', we gon' slide

Ooh, ooh, catch you slippin', we gon' slide

Put that rubber on that grip, then we gon' cut your ass outside

Send 'em goonies on that mission, it go trip and you gon' hide

When you get hit that blicky you gon' wish that you done died

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, Joyner

Ayy, ayy

Backwords lyrics - Joyner Lucas

I been snatchin' purses while I'm rapping in the back of churches

I'm a backwards person, I ain't laughin' don't you act absurd

And I've been havin' urges, ain't no passion

Don't you bastards think you bad at cursin'

I've been bad since birth, been slapping nurses asses

Takin' percs and I've been urgin' to get served in action

Got a nervous itchin' in a serpents kitchen drinking Captain's

While I'm servin' children, different words that's spillin' out the cabinets

In a hurt position this absurd addiction got me laughin'

Spit faster, runnin' with impact 'til your wrists cramp

And break your kit-kat while you play with your kids back

I'm Chris Hansen

[Reversed:]

Laughin' at addiction, absurd, in this position

Hurt inside a cabinet, spillin' out words that's fairly different

Servin' children while the captain's drinking in a serpent's kitchen Itchin' from a nerve in action, got served while takin' percs

Ass nurses slappin' since birth, and I've been cursin' bad you

Think you bastards think you got passion, but ain't no urge you havin'

Been absurd action, don't be laughin', ain't no person backwards

I'm at churches in the back rappin' while I'm purses snatchin, nigga

I been chasin' rappers down with pencils, paper books, and stencils

Writin' verses while I pack the pistols in the back of rentals

I wrote my dad's initials, then laughed and then passed it in to, I been half demented breaking shit down to half a sentence

I been half demented, breaking shit down to half a sentence

Fuck the rap Olympics, I murdered the past contenders

I cooked their ass and grill 'em, now you can eat that for dinner

And I used to laugh at niggas for actin' like fags with feelings

Till' I packed a gentlemen's packages filled with acid venom

I bought a toy gun with some bullets wit' plastic in them

Explosives with matches lit em' and left a few fragments in them

I never packed a mac in the back of a Ac(ura) or Sentra or

Lexus with gas unless it’s a Benz with a stack of Benjamins

[Reversed:]

Benjamins and stacks of Benz's and gas for the Lexus or the Sentra, act in the back of the mac when I packed it in it

The fragments lit matches explosives and plastic bullets from a gun toy I just bought for you niggas as y'all been reckless

Venom acid filled with them packages and I'm packagin' them

Faggots in they feelings just actin while niggas laughin'

Eatin dinner seized in the grill and cooked they asses, while contenders pass ‘em, murder Olympics, and rap past them

Sentence down, breaking dimensions in half essentials

I passed and laughed with the pencils I wrote in Dads initials

In the back of rentals I'm pistol packing a stack of stencils in the book, papers and pencils I'm rapper chasin' and-

- hold up

I'm the same nigga that fizzled pop and got ratchet on them

Yeah that same nigga that took a piss in your Arizona

And that same nigga that put acetone in a bag a soap

And then sold it for $40 some pussy and half a soda

And I never paid attention to rappers who actin' bogus

Who lie and say they rich in their songs when their ass is homeless

Then tryna throw dirt on my name just to pass the quota

Till I grab it throw em', bash 'em and laugh when they ass is over

Fuck 'em hard go hustle hard with the hustlers

Cut they jugular so you choke on your tongue and jaw

And I never been a gangster or wanted no trouble, nah

But I'm good with my knuckles punch through a brick and leave dust and all

[Reversed:]

All and dust, leave a brick punched with my knuckles, nah

But i'm nah, no trouble wanted, a gangster I never could

Your jaw and tongue choke on your jugular

Cuttin' hustlers with the hustler hustle hard

Fuck 'em hard over ass laughin', I'm bashin' my back, fold 'em

Crack 'em till the quota, pass 'em and trash 'em, and laugh over 'em

Homeless ass when they songs trash, and crack closer

Bogus actors who rappin' over the track, hold 'em

Sold a half a pussy, a dollar forty, I sold it for some soap and acetone, and a bath and then blast Both 'em

Arizona piss that I took in a glass of cola

And got ratchet on em, popped em and fizzled, I'm back to soda

Backwords Part 2 lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Yeah Yeah, Yeah

I can rap backward reverse into back to frontwards

I'm a rappin' hustler, snatchin' lunches to pack-o-punches

Sellin' crack to cousins, heroin's needles, and acupuncture's

'Til yo' back is ruptured, open it up like a pack of mustard

I got a million ways I can kill you and have you suffer

Like tie you to the boat by your legs and then drag you under

Or blow your brains out of your face 'to a plastic cover

'Til it's cracked and crushin' and it explodes like a pack of gushers

Tell your favorite rappers I'm home and I'm back for supper

The day you beat me's the day Chilli get back with Usher

You spent your whole life tryna' ball, but ain't have no jumpers

I can pass and dunk it I'm Doctor J when I'm at the Rucker

Yo, this is for them days I was down and ain't had no uppers

Then I started sellin' dope just to live like the average hustler

If you think my net worth's a million you ain't addin' numbers

Oh, you lack n' lusted, life is a bitch 'til I grab the rubber

[Reversed:]

Look

I been grabbin' rubbers, bitches of life, but I'm lack n' lusted

If you add the numbers your net worths of a average hustler

Dope sellin' packin', back in the day we ain't had no upper

I was down and under I'm J Docterin' at the Rucker

Never had no jumper, tryna ball and get back to supper

Eatin bags of mustard, back when Chilli got back with Usher

Home [?] is favorite, bag of gushers and you explodin'

'Til you crack and crushin', brains blow through a plastic cover

Niggas drag you under, grab the boat, and have you suffer

Million ways to kill you, fold you up 'til yo' back is ruptured

[?] back bustin', needle's heroin acupunctured

And I'm packin' punches rappin' reverse and then back to frontwards

Look

Let me shake the pavement, under the ground of the land you stay in

Cut the weight until the razor breakin' while I break the wakin'

I creep through your neighbor's place without a neighbor wakin'

And I raise the stakes and then aim it while 50 raisin' Kanan

I raise a razor blade to your face 'til you make a payment

I ain't complainin' you a dead man walkin', it ain't decayin'

I take the paper plate full of steak and I make my way in

Into Hell's Kitchen while waitin' for Satan to make an apron

I'm a backwards person in a Maybach with a backwards curtain

With a rappers girlfriend on my way back from they plastic surgeon

Trappin' workin' droppin' off bags for the addicts lurkin'

But they actin' nervous 'til I unwrap they ain't have no urges

In a glass of Bourbon, I'mma pull up in a black suburban

Glasses person, leave his whole family casket searchin', uh

When my bitch say she back to virgin, I was laughin', smirkin'

And told the bitch "give me back the Birkin"

[Reversed:]

Let's reverse it

The Birkin bag had a smirk and she was laughing nervous

Gave the virgin back to rehearse to start casket searchin'

Plastics person, in suburban black glass suburban

Cuz I had my urges when I unwrap and I had them nervous

Lurkin' addicts, waiting for bags that I drop to work and

When I'm trapping work and then plastic packages at your service

I'm a plastic surgeon up in the back with a rappers girlfriend

With the curtains backwards in the Maybach and I'm back reversing

The apron I made was to sit and wait as a waiter

In the kitchen with the plate dipping cuz I'm paid as a paper

I fuck hoes, dead and leave them decaying later

Walkin' a dead man to heaven just to complain to the maker

Cuz his payment was later, I raise a blade and a razor

Tell 50 Kanan raising the gage waking the neighbor

Break the razor, I'm in the ground in the basement layer

The payment station, stay in yo lane in the pavement shaker

Funk Flex, Joyner Lucas, Cat Wizard, DJ Juanita on the set

You know what it is, we here. POW!

Bank Account (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

I'm willing to die for this shit

I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit

So my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion

I end up surviving this shit

And if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the money

I'll probably be robbing this shit

Don't know how much I cry for this shit

Said I am willing to ride for this shit

You know murder's my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and shit

Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit

Shawty say I'm the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit

Bitch I'm a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe

I need to hear some more rapping I'm just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe

All you my soldiers and I'm a lieutenant

Goddammit you should be saluting me hoe

I hope you know I ain't going nowhere

All you rappers just better get used to me hoe

Nigga, I'm Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn't riding as much

My bank account looking weak, don't look at me, I ain't got no time for no fun

Starting to feel like Tyrese, I'm 'bout to trip, and maybe start crying or sumthin'

I might just hit up the Smith's, throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come

Ain't nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride

And they don't really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life

Unidentified craft, while I'm flying past all of my aliens Sailin', and if you look up in the sky

Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I'm an Iraqi in suicide

When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind

Are you gonna sit down and repent?

I was raised in the sewer

Me and the It clown are friends

Red balloons for your kids

Sink my tooth in ya bitch

I lost too many friends

I don't do good with kids

What you know about riding dirty in the evening?

What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning

What you know about leaving the oven door open when there's no heat again

And the rent is due and your landlord try to throw you out on the streets again

Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a fucking Lamborghini when I win 'em, I'ma finally get a break

If I didn't get away before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray

She don't really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of shit to say

I got juice and water and a henny drink, and I will let the semi shoot, I'll pop you niggas all up in the face

Blood all up in the lake, I

Wanna see your wave die

They don't wanna wave bye

Creep when I came by, teeth like a k9

Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side

Eat when the beat's hot, tea from the teapot

Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop

Skrrrt in a Nissan, swerve into 3 cars

You just a bird in a beehive

You just a cold in a room full of germs

Nigga, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain't been rhyming a lot

What the fuck happened to Jay Electronica?

I wonder if he still got it or not

Whatever happened to Elzhi?

Whatever happened to Meth?

What happened to Beans?

Whatever happened to Lauryn?

What happened to Banks?

Tell me what happened to Bleek

What the fuck happened to Mos?

What happened to Missy?

Nigga what happened to Ghost?

Whatever happened to Q?

What up with Common, what the fuck where did he go?

Tell me what happened to Budden's

What about Luda?

I hope they ain't losing it now

Hope they get back to the music 'cause I need some new shit

I'm sick of these new niggas out, I'm that new nigga now

I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

9 niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch

12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars

17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all

I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

9 bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus

12 if you wanna bust, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber guns, 16 double pumps

17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna fuck with us

I'm willing to die for this shit

Said I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit

And my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion

I end up surviving this shit

Shit, if I wanted sumthin' I ain't got the money

I'll probably be robbing this shit

Don't know how much I cry for this shit

Said I am willing to die for this shit

You know murder's my hobby inside of my closet's, a bunch of dead bodies and shit

Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit

Shawty say I'm the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit

Joyner, wooh!

Blackout lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Future

[Joyner Lucas:]

Yeah, I can't hide my pain no more (Joyner), this shit gon' make me lash out (Lash out)

I ain't playin' games no more , I really might just blackout (Blackout)

She can't feel her legs no more, I blew her fuckin' back out (Back out)

Run up on me, bitch, on God, I'll blow your fuckin' back out (Brr, back out)

Where I'm from, this shit go down, a lot of niggas crash out (Crash out)

I just seen my cousin cop some work up out the crack house (Crack house)

He ain't got nothin' to lose, he might just bring the mask out (Mask out)

He gon' take your Visa too, I hope your credit card don't max out (Brr, max out)

Watch me take some bricks and soap and turn it to a bankroll (Yeah)

Used to wanna get rich like Hov, until I met Jeff Bezos (Bezos)

Billionaire invites, that's the shit that you can't pay for (Yeah, yeah)

Levelled up and made some pesos, now you bitch wanna give me besos (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, pesos)

Mwah, first to do it, bitch, I'm Draco (Draco)

If you want that drama, you gon' get just what you paid for (Grrah, grrah, grrah, paid for)

'Fore I got a check, I went and bought my mom a Range Rover (Woah)

Wasn't new, but it was paid for, I said "One day, we'll be straight though" (Straight though)

One day, I'ma change everything, I swear

[Future:]

(Toxic)

Like a kilo dropped inside the pot, my niggas spinnin', ayy (Spinnin')

I just heard a hater just got shot, now I'm grinnin', ayy (Grinnin')

I just took more dope, that's just gon' keep me out my feelings (Feelings)

If I wasn't rappin', I'd be trappin', makin' millions (Millions)

I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I got more money than my ex (Ex, ayy)

I don't have to call, bitches pullin' up off my texts (Texts, ayy)

First day, I bought her an AP, 'cause she wet (Wet, ayy)

I done spent so much money on bitches, I forget (Get, ayy)

One of one, spill, you can't find this in a store (Store, ayy)

Heard that was your wifey, I turned her to my whore (Whore)

Let me be your sponsor, you a baddie, you can get endorsed (Endorsed)

New Chanel, you know damn well it make girls get moist (Moist, super)

Whipped up in a Maybach and I came back in a Royce (Super)

I'ma pop my shit, drop a brick and I'm poppin' (Freebandz)

Shorty can't complain, bitch, the whole world toxic (Toxic)

She belong to the streets, bitch, go and fuck on everybody

[Joyner Lucas:]

I got coke plugs, I got bass plugs, and I think I'm Pablo (Brr, think I'm Pablo)

If this rap shit never worked out, then I'd be El Chapo (Brr, be El Chapo)

Got a stash spot for the cash drops and a blacked out tahoe (For the blacked out tahoe)

Put a ten of cash in a duffel bag, shit, that be Capo (For real)

If my phone ring and I'm busy, I'ma just straight ignore it (Okay)

If you ain't callin' 'bout money, then that shit ain't important (Okay)

I used to want me a good girl, but they way too boring (Yeah, woah)

Baby, we can fuck, but you can't stay 'til morning (Morning)

And if I wasn't rappin', I'd be trappin', makin' M's (M's)

Twenty SUV's, you'd never know which one I'm in (Skrrt)

Travel 'cross the country, sellin' drugs to all your friends (Woah)

And if I lose it all, then I'd just do it all again

I still got big connects, I could hit the rec' from a bag of foam (From a bag of foam, bah, bah)

If a nigga ever fall off, then I'll be Al Capone (Be Al Capone, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Couple bad bitches in the kitchen, naked, they countin' O's (Countin' O's)

I got niggas crossin' the border for me, who down to go? (Ayy, oh, oh, oh)

I need to know

Devil's Work 2 lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Guess we gotta try this again

Dear Lord, I know that we been here before (Yeah)

It's been a long time, I hope that You don't slam the door

I tried to walk away, but there's some shit I can't ignore

I could be wrong but seems like You don't even care no more (Facts)

'Cause since our last talk, You ain't playin' fair no more (Uh)

And when I pray, it kinda feel like You ain't there no more

I still don't understand why niggas who deserve to die is livin'

But the ones who ain't deserve it isn't here no more

And, no, I don't want no one else to die

Instead of tradin' souls, I got somethin' else in mind (Yeah)

There's a lot of moments that I wish that I could change

I could fix a lot of pain if You help me out this time (Joyner)

Maybe we can undo all the damage, press rewind

Reset the clock and make it so some niggas never die (Yeah)

And maybe fix all the mistakes of those who still alive and give them all a second try (Damn)

Erase that Will Smith slap and turn him back around

Or wait 'til they get backstage, so they could have it out (Yeah)

Or maybe make it so that Chris chose a different joke (Uh)

A different topic, somethin' Jada won't be mad about (Facts)

Matter of fact, let's talk about the shit I'm sad about

When Pop Smoke accidentally leaked that address out (Pssh)

Lord, You know the streets crazy, how You dropped the ball

When You know niggas keep a target on these rappers now? (Baow, baow, baow)

And give us Kobe Bryant back, we a mess without him (Uh)

Take back the day he ever stepped inside the helicopter

Make him take the car instead and forget the chopper

Maybe take a different route or get a different driver

Can't believe You took his daughter and she left behind him

It's kinda hard to see the positive and that's the problem

I know You don't make mistakes, but I was hopin' You'd erase that bullshit, so his family won't be left without him (Yeah)

And I wish I could fly to Russia on a different mission

And make 'em pay for puttin' Brittney Griner into prison (Word)

Or maybe You could bring her back to February 17th

And You could take the CBD, so she ain't flyin' with it (Yeah)

Or maybe change that nine years and give her nine minutes (Minutes)

Or better yet, change the laws, so they could stop trippin' (Trippin')

I know that's a lot to wish, and it ain't my business

But until You grant my wish, I ain't gon' stop wishin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

But Lord, listen, this shit urkin' me (Me)

How You take PNB? That shit absurd to me (Why You do that shit?)

So many questions 'bout that shit and it's disturbin' me (Word)

Like niggas can't eat waffles without security? (Security)

And niggas can't work hard and go buy some jewelry? (Jewelry)

That one hurt to see (Damn)

And by the end of the song, they gon' try to murder me

And if they do, I hope my fans take it personally

I know You hear me talkin', Lord, don't be curvin' me

Won't You take us back to Kylie Jenner's party (Pssh)

Before them, shots hit the floor (Baow, baow)

Before the bullets ricocheted and leave a drippin' mall

We don't know the truth or if we misinformed

But either way, take it back and make Tory hop inside a different car (Word)

Broke my heart when DMX died, that hit the core

Feel like that nigga was an angel in a different form

Might've had a drug problem like he did before

But he was fightin' demons and I know that that's a different war (That's a different war)

Mm, You must got a major ego

I ain't tryna disrespect or tryna play the hero (Nah)

But when You took Takeoff, You took my favorite Migos

Look, I don't know how that make sense 'cause it make zero (None)

And fuck a wrong place, wrong time, that ain't G though

Took that man right in his prime, that's plain evil (Pssh)

When Tommy Lister died, I cried and played CeeLo (Word)

'Cause I can't even watch Friday without sayin', "Deebo" (Facts, uh)

You know this shit got me stressed, right? (Yeah)

Starin' at the Bible, tryna figure out who's next like

Why You take the ones who ain't deserve to see what death like? (Huh?)

Meanwhile, 6ix9ine, free, livin' his best life (Huh?)

Go back to the day that he took the stand and confessed, right?

Tape his mouth shut, so he never talk to the feds, like

Make him do his time so his niggas gotta do less, right?

Make him learn from Bobby, so he can know what respect, like (Woah)

Lord, forgive me for my language and these bad words

But that Candace Owens bitch get on my last nerves

How You gon' tell me that what we witnessed on TV wasn't murder when we watched niggas turn his ass into Casper? (Ayy)

George died from asphyxiation and that's a factor

Fentanyl or not, he'd had never died, and his last words were, "I cannot breathe"

So really she gotta chill, or maybe they should trade places, so she could see how it feel (Burn, for real)

Lil' bitch got me stressed, God (Yeah)

Probably not prepared for what I'm askin' next, God (Uh)

Bring Ye momma back 'cause he a mess, God

And he ain't been the same ever since Donda West died

Yeah, that's the day Kanye West died

First his heart, then his mind, then the rest died

And if your bank account is overkill, your soul could be broken still

Even a rich spirit, money can't buy (Uh)

I pray that Heavens watch me (Ayy)

Rest in peace Biz Markie, you got peace (Peace)

Young Dolph, King Von, Drakeo, top three (Three)

Black Rob, Trouble, Virgil and Shock G (Ayy)

Pat Stay, Kay Slay and Fred the God, geesh

Almost took Lil Tjay, but I'm happy he godly

Lord, You even took Black Panther, that's not G

And when Sidhu Moose Wala got shot that shot me (I'm free)

Beggin' for Your guidance on this ghetto earth

Frustrated, tryna understand how Heaven works (Heaven works)

I'm just hopin' You could pull a couple strings or redo a couple things, so maybe we could get a second turn (Second turn)

You took Juice from us, that forever hurts (Forever hurts)

But puttin' the blame on You, that'll never work (Never work)

I know this ain't Your fault, it's the devil's work (Devil's work)

Devil's work (Devil's work)

DNA. (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

(originally by Kendrick Lamar)

I got, I got, I got, I got anger, hate and jealousy inside my DNA

I got envy and bad energy inside my DNA

I got snakes and Satan entities inside my DNA

I got demons, pain and enemies inside my DNA

I got passion, guts and action tucked inside my DNA

I got pints of Michael Jackson's blood inside my DNA

I got Captain Crunch and Magic Dust inside my DNA

I don't do massive drugs, don't gas me up

Look, I got, I got, I got, I got

Murder all on my conscious

I might take me a hostage

I fell asleep in Worcester, I just woke up in Compton

Shout out to LA, where your songs play niggas gon' put on my shit

Half of you niggas fake, heart full of clay

What's your last name? Thompson?

Even if you join a gang, that don't really change up the fact you the softest

Don't let the colors get to your head

Who the fuck you think you are, Rodman?

Who the fuck you think you are, Ron O'Neal?

I'mma murder everything, I don't chill

If you lucky, then I might let you eat the scraps off whatever's left I'll kill

Nigga, pull it and "bap bap"

Blow your brains over your crop top

Sick of niggas thinking they hot shots

Full of jokes, niggas get knock knocked

This is the chop shop

I know where they cooking the Crock-Pot

Semi-auto making them Hopscotch

All my life I've been cock blocked

I'm tired of being stuck in a blood clot

Talking that blah blah

I'm runnin', jumpin', duckin' them cops

Hop in the puddle while you jumping on FOX trucks

You can run all you want, we just gon' see how far you can get

If fans want me do features with their favorite rappers that'd be the best

Look, all them niggas know exactly who I am, but they don't give me no respect

'Cause the problem is they don't fuck with me, everybody see me as a threat

Yeah yeah, I know this sounds like some fresh air

If you don't hear me right use your left ear

I want to say that I'm the next up

I want it last year, they said next year

I want it this year, they say not yet

But I'ma take it from whoever got next

Twin deuce-deuces, I'm Clyde Drexler

What is competition, who gon' die next?

Get dissected in the lab with pliers, pencils, and a razor with my initials

Get stabbed by the guy who sent you

I'ma sign, send you the pollution, environmental

I'm a giant pistol, you're a kung fu guy

It's simple, you gon' lead by my example

I'm a flying missile that connected and fried your mental

DNA on the side your temple, nigga

Oh, shit...

Someone call 911, niggas gon' die when I'm finished

I'll probably get locked up for life, what the fuck you thinkin'?

My whole life I been too fuckin' patient

Give me respect before I fuckin' take it

I know you see me don't duck your faces

You see me mentioned on publications

Then you get sour and suck your face in

Pay for my dick since you love to taste it

Better swallow the shit, don't you fuckin' waste it

I'ma flood the nation, this is suffocation, this is deprivation

This is Satan's kitchen, that's your destination

I got heavyweightin' angels flyin', prayin'

Jesus entertainin', Marvin Gay singin'

Martin Luther dreamin', Pac and Biggie schemin'

Bob Marley smokin', Paul McCartney floatin'

Prodigy mobbin', Pun say I’m joking

JFK riddin' 'round like a loaded nigga

Shout out to Joe Budden

These niggas really don't know nothin'

I swear they came from the home office

I should just run up and *gunshot*

No one seen, nobody know nothin'

This shit is so touchin'

Shout out to Kevin Durant

This that underdog court that they throw us in

I blow your shoulders in

This that crack, this that shit that them hoes got they nose up in

Cinematic, movie shit I usually watch a little static

I crack you till you're leaking and then begin to panic

A DNA'll bleed a nigga

Livin' damaged and get jimmy jammers

And I never had too many manners

And you know my momma always told me I was heavy handed

Fuck it though 'cause I was fully loaded

Now the semi jammin', I'm already blammin'

Got the hammer and the minivan

And I'm a busy man but I got liquor

And she bad and boujee

All they got snitches is Ratatouille

Can't beat me up so they gotta shoot me

They don't like me now they gotta sue me

Killin' y'all softly, I got the Fuji

Don't touch me, all of y'all got the cooties

That's your bitch who sent me all the nudies

Get my dick sucked playin' Call of Duty

Nigga fuckin' shoot me

Nigga damn it they ought to know

Em shoulda' signed me a while ago

Cole shoulda' signed me a while ago

Dre shoulda' gave me a beat or two

Diddy shoulda' had me writin'for him in the crib for a week or two

I don't smoke weed but I needed to

This is a meter room

You gon' need a bag and a feet or two

I'm mad and I mean it too

It won't be the last I'll see you soon

Kiss my ass and I mean it too

A lotta drama

Bitch I'm Freddy Krueger mixed with Jeffrey Dahmer

I know you're probably mad 'cause you look very sour

I'd probably be in hell if I was any hotter

I'd probably be Usher if I ain't wear a condom

I've never been a fan of Gucci, Fendi, Prada

But my auntie got it and she never leave the crib without it

Some people say I'm crazy, that's the the thing about it

Whatchu think about it? Think about it, nigga

(Gimme some ganja)

Dreams Unfold lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Lil Tjay

[Joyner Lucas:]

Yeah-yeah (Joyner)

Up in that, I'm way too, I'm way too lit

Up in that, I'm way too lit, up in that, I'm way too

I'm way too lit up in that hoe

Heart so hard, I get that dough

They want work, come get that smoke

Hop out the trunk, you hear that blow

That's your bitch, come get that hoe

She wan' suck me, get that throat

I'm way-way up, don't give no fucks

I lost my heart, like "Where that go?"

This ain't no game, I'm in that zone

No X's and O's, no tic-tac-toe

I crossed my heart, don't hope to die

But if I do, don't let that go

I pray my soul don't get that cold

My jewelry freezin' in that snow

When you gon' watch my dreams unfold

That's the truest shit I know

Keepin' that blicky by my side

Tryna take my shit, you gon' die

Never try to come here, 'round here

And it's a homicide

All I got is money on mind

Shawty in love, guess I'm a vibe

I'm a motherfuckin' dime

Yeah, you know I love the sign

Yellow diamonds, lemonade (Woah)

I'm a fuckin' renegade (Woah)

Pistol singing animate (Woah)

I hope you prepare the play (Woah)

Massachusetts born and raised (Woah)

But I get love in Saint Tropez (Woah)

You stand on me and get the "Grra-grra" (Woah)

Turn your brain into creme brulee

Game on, bullets come down, get rained on

Too much for you to hate on

Crabs in the bucket tryna hang on

Too much sauce on A1

Real nigga since day one (Joyner-Joyner)

Tryna be love like Faizon

I'ma die a legend like Trayvon

I'm the only motherfucker in this lead

I step in this bitch, I'm poppin', I know

Any other nigga try to stand in my way

I turn his whole face into Cotton Eye Joe

Any other nigga that stoppin' my glow

I'm way too drippy on top of my boat

I'm a real ass nigga, but I lie to my hoe

Can't keep my dick inside of my clothes

Like how did I know?

I'm way too lit up in that hoe

Heart so hard, I get that dough

They want work, come get that smoke

Hop out the trunk, you hear that blow

That's your bitch, come get that hoe

She wan' suck me, get that throat

I'm way-way up, don't give no fucks

I lost my heart, like "Where that go?"

This ain't no game, I'm in that zone

No X's and O's, no tic-tac-toe

I crossed my heart, don't hope to die

But if I do, don't let that go

I pray my soul don't get that cold

My jewelry freezin' in that snow

When you gon' watch my dreams unfold

When you gon' watch my dreams unfold

[Lil Tjay:]

You can't say I ain't the man

Shift from poverty and now look where I am

Lookin' better at everything and like "Damn"

Now walk off the line, that's word to my hand

I'm just a young kid, I'm a young nigga

With some Rollies and millions of fans

My bitch delusional, this ain't no xan

I was just thuggin' that motherfuckin' can

Thought I'd be nothin', nothin'

We gon' sharin', said mama don't panic

Gone storm tourin' out Atlantic

Gotta work hard or this money can vanish

So that's why I be puttin' in work

Then forever they gotta see damage

I be slayin' shit until they banned it

I had to take it when nobody hand it

My shit been goin' all like how I planned it

Know the oppositions be like "Damn it"

Been some minutes, I ain't had to scam shit

Comin' to that money ever so romantic

Couple millions where I reside

Born to hustle, you see it in my eyes

Had a month where a couple niggas tried

But then I revised, for Bentley's? I strive

Niggas be talkin' like they with the shits

See 'em in person, pressin', no reply

Nigga say he with it, say he lyin'

But I know I'm the realest, put on that provide

And that savage pumpin' in my heart

I got money, lowkey should be dried

Traumatized, I steady wonder why

Like fuck with you niggas bitches for your guys (Bitches for your guys)

[Joyner Lucas:]

I'm way too lit up in that hoe

Heart so hard, I get that dough

They want work, come get that smoke

Hop out the trunk, you hear that blow

That's your bitch, come get that hoe

She wan' suck me, get that throat

I'm way-way up, don't give no fucks

I lost my heart, like "Where that go?"

This ain't no game, I'm in that zone

No X's and O's, no tic-tac-toe

I crossed my heart, don't hope to die

But if I do, don't let that go

I pray my soul don't get that cold

My jewelry freezin' in that snow

When you gon' watch my dreams unfold

When you gon' watch my dreams unfold

Duck Duck Goose lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Ayy

Fuckin niggas talking 'bout, bitch? (Oh)

Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail, well, nigga, I'm poppin' out, bitch

Hittin' my stands, I still got your ho in my pants, like a pocket dial, bitch (Oh, oh, oh)

Stick to my plan, got plenty ammo in my van, I'm hoppin' out, bitch

It done got a nigga started, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch

Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch

Bring smoke to you niggas, no blackin' mouth, bitch

Fuck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch

It's the type of shit that make a nigga hide behind a heater

Type of shit that make a nigga aim the choppa out the Beamer (Oh, oh, oh)

Used to be the underdog, now I'm rockin' out arenas

Everything I touch is water and I got it by the litre (Oh, oh)

This is not a Aquafina, this PH3

Tell your offsprings, I'm D-A-D (Boom, boom)

And your bitch say I'm her B-A-E

And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D

She know I'ma kill that C-A-T (Hey)

Bandana tied like B-A-C (Hey)

I don't even get high off THC

I got a natural vibe, ADHD

I've been B-A-D since I was like two (Facts)

Nigga, I'm the truth

I put my life on it, I'll die in the booth (Ayy)

Couldn't touch me with a fly masseuse

Street nigga but I still look fly in a suit (Fly in a suit)

I'm the guy on the roof, I'm not gangbanger, they lyin' to you

I'm actually the guy that they hire to shoot (Bah, bah, yeah)

I've been dyin' to shoot

I don't like rules, I'm tired of rules

A presidential that's how I introduce

Make one phone call, I flyin' the troops (Yeah)

This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (Yeah)

Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (Duck)

Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (Duck)

And I ain't wanna do it, but that's what they ask for

Niggas ask for so much that I had to act poor

And I might just sleep on the Maybach floor

I got a safe big enough to put a fuckin' backdoor (Boom, boom, boom)

I got a Wraith big enough to put a fuckin' RAV4

Way before I had a Lambo, used to push rad Ford (Boom, boom)

Record labels had my demo, they would push it fast forward

Now I make so much money, that I'm startin' to act bored (Oh)

This shit get way too real, my nigga

You gon' fuck around and make me go to jail, my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shit, I say and I do what I feel, my nigga

Joyner Lucas ain't got no chill, my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Atlantic got me back when I was starvin', I was doin' anything to get the niggas to put up the mills, my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Once them niggas set me free, then I became the biggest independent artist in the motherfuckin' world, my nigga (Oh, oh)

I got stick up kids with me, they need jobs

I put a sign on your chain that say, "Please, rob" (Please, rob)

This a beehive, to beat me you need a mob and you need God

Might need Ching Kong I'm the tree top, couldn't even picture that with a screenshot (With a screenshot)

If Eve gave me the apple, I'd be Steve Jobs

Don't give me advice, go read on Wikipedia, huh

Swervin' on 'em 'til I hit the fuckin' medium, huh

Speedin' on 'em, I ain't talking 'bout Expedia, huh

Ball on the mic', talking 'bout leukemia, huh

I caught a body, hopped out of the booth (Yeah)

This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (Yeah)

Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (Duck)

Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (Nigga, I'm the goose)

Hol' up

Fuck these niggas talking 'bout, bitch? (Oh)

Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail, well, nigga, I'm poppin' out, bitch (Joyner)

Hittin' my stands, I still got your ho in my pants, like a pocket dial, bitch (Oh, oh, oh)

Stick to my plan, got plenty ammo in my van, I'm hoppin' out, bitch

It done got a nigga started, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch

Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch

Bring smoke to you niggas, no blackin' mouth, bitch

Fuck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch

It's the type of shit that made a nigga wanna catch a body

It's the shit that made a nigga say that I'm Illuminati

Same shit that make me turn my killing spree to a hobby

It's a duck, duck, goose, if they ever wanna try me

Frozen lyrics - Joyner Lucas

[Joyner Lucas:]

Damn, this is not alright

How the fuck I end up on the other side of life

No more hanging with my friends, no more riding bikes

No more brushing barbies hair, no more flying kites

No more school, no more learning for me

No more youth, no more juice

No more hula hoops or Suzy Q's

Wish I could kiss my momma bye (Joyner)

And if she ever see me like this, she be traumatized

No this is not alright, but nothing is (shit)

I barely got to live, I'm just a kid

Look at me, look what you fucking did

I'm fucking dead (damn)

No this wasn't even my fault, now I'm speaking with the lights off

I don't think they hear me

It ain't no more tv, no more dancing

No more sleepovers or no candy

No more camping

No more kisses from my daddy 'cause I left and died

All because this stupid bitch wanted to text and drive

[Jade Novah:]

Smashing, watch the glass fly

Ain't no way, ain't no way you can go back

Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah

We're frozen in this moment

Ain't no way, ain't no way you can go back

Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah

[Joyner Lucas:]

Auto pieces, oil leaking, dripping gasoline

Door is open, windows broken, glass shattered dreams

Holy bibles, open beer bottles at the scene

Now look at us

No more coming home from work and cooking dinner for my man

No more praying for my sins, no more stuntin' on the 'Gram

No more Thanksgiving holidays or pictures with the fam

No more vacation plans to everywhere I've never been

It's all gone now

Look what you did (look what you did)

Damn

I should have never got inside your car

I should have stayed at home or just went shopping at a different store

I should have waited or just called an Uber, but I live too far

No more tantrums and ain't no more questions, no more answers

No more homework with my daughter, no more second chances

No more baby in my belly, sad to say we died

All because you choose to drink and drive

Why?

[Jade Novah:]

Smashing, watch the glass fly

Ain't no way, ain't no way you can go back

Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah

Frozen in this moment

Ain't no way ain't no way you can go back

Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah

[Joyner Lucas:]

I've always been a one for challenges and different thrills

Open alleys while I'm speeding, that shit gives me chills

Hitting corners, riding fast and that shit's really real

My momma always said if I don't chill that shit gon' get me killed

It's too late (too late)

I say goodbye

No more driving reckless thinking I won't pay the price

No more taking life for granted I just wasted mines

Oh my God, I just died trying to race and drive

[Jade Novah:]

Smashing, watch the glass fly

Ain't no way, ain't no way you can go back

Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah

We're frozen in this moment

Ain't no way, ain't no way you can go back

Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah

Fuck Your Feelings lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Here's a little shit I like to call

Self explanatory shit for warriors

Killed your car in the corner

The vicious slaughtered an officer

No applause, then applaud us to

Rip apart the apartment

Kill your father and start with that

Nigga's noggin', and I'mma just aaa

Leave it at that, I believe in that rap

In the evening I trap, I'mma keep on leavin'

Cheese for that rat

In the evenin' I'm back you bleedin'

Rest in peace with that strap

I'm anemic but eat with the demons

Tellin' jesus I'm back!

Y'all niggas are fucked up

Approach y'all niggas like what's up?

All my life been broke trynna' get

That dough, lookin for my come up

And I never seen no chain, no watch

No ring, no bling, no pop up

You ain't never sold no cain, no coke no pills

No shut the fuck up!

Kinda whip is you riding

What kind of niggas you hiding?

Faggot niggas, you braggin', listen

What kind of dick is you riding?

Ain't no competition, I'm popin' fuck

Your proposition, I'm plottin'

Ain't no pot to piss in, I'm pro'bly pissed

And inside the kitchen with choppers

I'm cursing like a mah'fucker, mah'fuckin' chillin

Yeah, I can make your mother fuck me and go

Fuck her feelings!

I play the power ball, I hope I hit a

Couple of million, just so I can fuck them bitches

Who ain't trynna' fuck until then!

My nigga, what you holding? fuck that!

Nigga, that give me them hub caps

That's more power than MJ dancin in thrilla with a blunt like puff that!,

killin the block with a chilla that pop

And I woulda life prrra prrida tha prapra

Sound of the Glock, like jack in the box

To the match and the Glock, now run fast

I don't know what you talkin' bout

Been that nigga that knock him out

Stomp that nigga, I stomp him out

Walk that nigga, now walk him out

Flow like venom in the cold

I'm entering the zone where hoes ain't friends

With the hoes, and a man get the most shit

From the police and they beat them cops

Pretending to hold that 5-0-8

Walk on water, and drive on lakes

Fly them clouds, I float on bliss, my home

I'm pulling it out you face

Yeah, that's what I like to call

Self explanatory shit for warriors

Killed your car in the corner

The vicious slaughtered an officer

No applause, then applaud us to

Rip apart the apartment

Kill your father and start with that

Nigga's noggin', I'mma just aaa

Leave it at that, You can leave it at this:

Sqeezing that clip, that's enough to stop your

Breathing that's it. when I'm breathing

I'm sick, when you bleeding rest in peace with that strip

I'm anemic but eat with the demons

Tellin' jesus

That's it!

Joyner's mah'fucker, mah'fuckya fellin

I can make your mother fuck me then go

Fuck her feelings!

I play the power ball, I hope I hit a

Couple of million, just so I can fuck them bitches

They ain't wanna fuck until then uh

Cause you know then they ain't (Yeah) you know they ain't trynna fuck until you till you get some money

Joyner's mah'fuck, mah'fuckin villain

I can make your mother fuck me then go

Fuck her feelings!

I play the power ball, I hope I hit a

Couple of million, just so I can fuck them bitches

They ain't wanna fuck until then uh

Gucci Gang (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Yuh, yuh, uh

Woo, (Joyner), yuh, yuh, yuh, yup

Pandora, Pandora, Pandora

I don't really fuck with no... (yo)

Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang

'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (Woo)

I don't really fuck with no brand names (Woah)

Joyner 'bout to go on a rampage (Ooh)

They don't wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah

Get this bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks, ooh

What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, yeah

Turn your pink dreads into pocket chains (Woo)

All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs

Wonder how you got a name (Damn)

Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck

Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (Woo)

Hope you niggas suffer til you pop a vein, yeah

This shit made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah

This shit make conductors wanna stop a train

Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, Dolce (Dolce)

Back when I was broke and no one know me (Woah)

I couldn't afford it and now that I got the money

I don't even want this shit 'cause it ain't for me (Joyner)

I always been myself, you don't know me (Woah)

Yeah I was so depressed, I was lonely

The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph Lauren

Then I went and signed a deal and bought a pony (Woah)

Yeah I'm taking it back and then I'm smacking you bitches and laughing

And I'm killing them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them

You wonder what's happening

I'm flipping new syllables, acronyms

I guess I'ma practice it

You fuckers are fucking embarrassing (Pow pow)

You ain't gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping

All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping all on your conscious

All you niggas are watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, R.I.P

You lost and you fuckas sleepin' you're pillow talkin' (Pow pow pow pow)

And you dream all day, that's per year (Per year)

All you ho niggas leave your purse here (Purse here)

I am your favorite rapper's worst fear (Why?)

Raised in the mud crying, dirt tears (Woah)

Just a bunch of kids in the high chair

Couldn't get a buzz even if you had lightyear

Wouldn't get no love even if your heart's right here

Niggas got guns so nobody want to fight fair, no

Hit 'em with the Ric Flair and the suplex

I ain't never been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (Woo)

Raised by the ghetto

Know some gangs that'll get 'em

Split 'em right down the middle like a fuckin' duplex

Break a nigga toes, make 'em do the two-step

Crib full of hoes, now I feel like Hugh Hef

Got a bad stripper bitch, all we do is have sex

And she love suckin' dick so I call her loose neck (Woah)

Makin' a panic with my shit and I'm flippin' up banisters

I'm ready to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish

I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, then I got 'em enchanted

Then my fuckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'

Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin'

I'm really sick and I got a stiff as a fuckin' mannequin

I paint a picture a Picasso vision, all on my cellophane

I got 'em swingin' they on my dick and grabbin my pants again

Now, uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco (Cinco)

I ain't Spanish but I know the lingo (Lingo)

Atlantic told me that my flow a hundred

But my album ain't come unless I got a fuckin' single

Well I don't give a fuck about no hit record

I'ma just remix y'all shit and get big off it

I'ma just murder every mother fucking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother fuckin' sleep, goddamn

Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang

'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (Woah)

I don't really fuck with no brand names

Joyner 'bout to go on a rampage, ooh

They don't wanna see me let the chopper bang (Yeah)

Get this bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks, yeah

What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, woo

Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (Yeah)

All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs

Wonder how you got a name, uh

Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck

Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (Bruh)

And all you niggas suffer til you pop a vein, uh

Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (Woo)

I don't really fuck with no brand names, yeah

Happy Birthday lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Don't you stare me down

You know I'm rude

Why the fuck you looking at me like you so confused?

You really make me sick my nigga if you only knew

I swear to God I wish you wasn't born and it wasn't no excuse

Cause I don't want to raise you

I really fucking hate you

I wish I ain't have to take you

I ain't trying to educate you

Yo, this really fucking sucks

And your mothers fucking nuts

I had my whole life figured out

Leave it to you to fuck it up

Man shut the fuck up!

What you crying for?

Looking at me like you love me

What you lying for?

Why you want to try me for?

Blow your fucking candles out

Enjoy that cake I got you, for your stupid little birthday that everyone's so exited for

Except me

Shit I dare you to disrespect me when you grow up

That's gonna be the last time you ever swell up

Fuck you thought

Everything was perfect

Now its fucking lost

And its all your fault

Happy Birthday Nigga

[Hook:]

(Happy Birthday to you)

(Happy Birthday to you)

(Happy Birthday to you)

Sometimes I wanna kill myself so I don't have to deal wit' you

I know it sounds harsh but I'm just being real wit' you

And I ain't looking forward to none of that father shit

I ain't got time for that type of shit

And your mom ain't gonna like this

But we ain't

Shooting no hoops

Flying kites

We ain't riding bikes

I hope you get your ass beat

I ain't teaching you how to fight

I ain't here to kiss you goodnight

I don't care to give you advice about girls

I hope you get your heart broken for dear life

I fucking hate you!...

And I know that its wrong

Sometimes I wanna explain but I don't know where to start

Cause you won't understand even if I told you my thoughts

Cause even when its light

I feel like I'm alone and its dark

My mind keeps racing fast

I can't bear with this pain I have

I can't stand you

And I hate the fact that you just a mistake

And that's just what the fuck you was

Everything was perfect

Now its fucking lost

And its all your fault

Happy Birthday Nigga

[Hook]

Shit I wanted to be a father so bad, I would give it all

Just to have my baby sit in my arms while I'm holding on

And to feel that beautiful feeling of love for my first born

Even play you the first song, that you hear when you first come

I loved your fucking mother so much I would give my heart

To be down to death do us part

Till I drown in a fucking pond

Till I burn in a blazing building

Apartment fire with bombs

Till I crash a Mercedes car, by a drunk drive on broad

With seven heaters on me

And then she fucking cheated on me

Drinking with her friends

And they didn't wanna leave the party

Got drunk and had sex

I ain't even see it coming

And then we find out she was pregnant

And she keeping secrets from me

This don't make sense

And I felt my fucking heart cave in

The baby not mine

The paternity test came in

And the love is gone

Everything was perfect

Now its fucking lost

And its all your fault

Happy Birthday Motherfucker

I Don't Die lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown

[Joyner Lucas:]

Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woooo!

Mind your motherfuckin' bid'ness, ain't nothin' you gotta see (Buck, buck, buck)

How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me?

Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me (yeah, yeah)

And my niggas mobbin' deep, hoe, I'm a fuckin' prodigy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I know, I know that you been envy, bitch, it ain't that hard to see

Don't you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me

Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me

Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me

I know you probably want that

[Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas:]

You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah

They don't revive a nigga then bring me back to life

And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down

Shot me down, that's all right (Boop, boop) I don't die

[Joyner Lucas:]

B-b-bad to the bone

Everybody wanna be so motherfuckin' bad 'til they ass be alone

Now you back in the cold

And I'm laughin' at every single fag who didn't want me on half of they songs

It was that from the go

Just a bunch of little spoiled fuckin' bastards, every single one would laugh at my joke

Nigga, pass the Patrón

I think I'ma go and drink until I pass out and then fall in the back of the Rov' (Raah)

A Ménage on my mind (Ayy)

I've been on my grind (woo)

Been through so much, sometimes think that God ain't on my side (yeah)

I cut all my friends off then say, "Y'all ain't on my vibe"

And it's so much more to life than drinkin', party all the time, whoa (Woo, woo, woo)

This gon' last a lifetime (Lifetime)

No more Mister Nice Guy (Nice Guy)

I text Jaden Smith and told that nigga he a icon (Icon)

Don't get shit fucked up just 'cause I ain't got no ice on

Don't mean I am not Sub-Zero, I should freeze you hoes at night time

I'm like, where the hell you been at?

I've been doin' this since I was a kid and my grandma used to ask me where my head at (Buck, buck, buck)

Always in trouble, 'cause I was never learnin' nothin'

Except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks (Brap, brap)

And all that been sleepin' on me, fuck it, where the bed at?

'Cause I've been strugglin', tryna be on top but them other niggas

Blind for me, but fuck it, it really doesn't mean nothin'

If their music ain't really cuttin' it they get hit with the galick gun (Buck, buck, buck)

One day y'all gon see me (See me)

I make shy look freaky (Freaky)

I make dry look greasy (Woo)

I make hard look easy (Easy)

I remember way back when my momma took my TV, hoe

Now I'm all on TV, hoe (Woo)

Mind yo motherfuckin' bid'ness, ain't nothin' you gotta see (Buck, buck, buck)

How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me? (Buck, buck, buck)

Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me (yeah)

I don't want to hear no sorry's, bitch, fuck your apology

I know, I know that you been envy, damn, it ain't that hard to see

I don't wanna get to know you, no please, don't say hi to me

Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me (Buck, buck)

Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me

I know you probably want that

[Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas:]

You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah

They don't revive a nigga then bring me back to life

And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down

Shot me down, that's all right (Boop, boop) I don't die

[Chris Brown:]

That's why a nigga ride with a weapon

Better that than me lyin' on a stretcher

Gunshot (Pow, pow, pow!)

Applyin' all the pressure

Potato on the chopper

Shootin' through the pillow, blood on the feathers (buck, buck, buck)

Rollin' dice with ya life, all I do is roll 7s (Woo)

Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil

Hit a bitch from the back like I don't know better

Man, I swear to God you better talk to the reverend (buck, buck, buck)

Yeah, I'm on a weed high, dehydrated

Her booty fuckin' skin-tight, Levi made it (Yeah, yeah)

Yee-haw, yee-haw, put her in a stable

Keep my cards in my pocket, never put 'em on the table (Woo)

Leave her bra on the floor, put my dick up on her navel

Do what I say, don't give me no ultimatum

Ride around or die, get your life taken

Shit, already went half on a baby (Buck, buck, buck, buck)

All these broke bitch ass niggas

Tryna tell a real nigga how to really fuckin' get a bag (Woo)

How you fuckin' 25 with your first car?

I got 10, that's why them niggas mad (Hey)

Why you wanna hate on progress? (Woo)

Why you wanna keep me in the projects? (Jheeze)

Nigga, why you wanna eat off my check? (Hey)

That's some weird ass shit, you suspect (Hey)

That's a weird ass bitch, don't trust that (Woo)

Shut the hell up, a nigga ain't done yet (Hey)

All these shots, are you niggas havin' fun yet? (Buck, buck)

I'ma do it by the book so run that (Hey)

Take ya bitch, then I ride in the sunset (Hey)

Layin' on the Westside, hit Sunset (Hey)

Backwoods, you can find me where the skunk at (Hey)

Bullet with ya name on it, if you want that (Buck, buck)

[Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas:]

You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah

They don't revive a nigga then bring me back to life

And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down

Shot me down, that's all right (Boop, boop) I don't die

I'm Not Racist lyrics - Joyner Lucas

With all due respect

I don't have pity for you black niggas, that's the way I feel

Screamin' "Black Lives Matter"

All the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills

Yellin' "Nigga this" and "Nigga that"

Call everybody "Nigga" and get a nigga mad

As soon as I say "Nigga" then everyone react

And wanna swing at me and call me racist 'cause I ain't black

Well pound that then

Talkin' about slavery like you was around back then

Like you was pickin' cotton off the fuckin' ground back then

Like you was on the plantation gettin' down back then

Aight, look

I see a black man aimin' his gun

But I'd rather see a black man claimin' his son

And I don't mean just for one day and you done

I mean, you still trapped in a rut

And I work my ass off and I pay my taxes for what?

So you can keep livin' off free government assistance?

Food stamps for your children, but you're still tryna sell 'em

For some weed and some liquor or a fuckin' babysitter

While you party on the road 'cause you ain't got no fuckin' goals?

You already late

You motherfuckas needa get your damn priorities straight

Wait, it's like you're proud to be fake

But you lazy as fuck and you'd rather sell drugs

Than get a job and be straight, and then you turn around and complain

About the poverty rate? Fuck outta my face!

You can't escape problems

You can pray for some change but can't break a dollar

Got nobody else to blame, so you blame Donald

"They fuck the world with a Make America Great condom"

My voice been back

I'm not racist, my sister's boyfriend's black

I'm not racist, my sister-in-law's baby cousin Tracy

Got a brother and his girlfriend's black

My head's in the cloud

Heard there's not enough jobs for all the men in your house

Maybe we should build a wall to keep the Mexicans out

Or maybe we should send 'em all to the ghetto for now

I'm not racist, and I never lie

But I think there's a disconnect between your culture and mine

I worship the Einsteins, study the Steve Jobs

But you ride 2Pac's dick like he was a fuckin' god, oh my god!

And all you care about is rappin'

And stuntin' and bein ratchet, and that's the nigga within you

Music rotting your brain and slowly start to convince you

Then you let your kids listen and then the cycle continues

Blame it all on the menu, blame it on those drinks

Blame it on everybody except for your own race

Blame it on white privileges, blame it on white kids

And just blame it on white citizens, same with the vice president

Bunch of class clowns

Niggas kneelin' on the field, that's a flag down

How dare you try to make demands for this money?

You gon' show us some respect, you gon' stand for this country, nigg-er!

I'm not racist

I'm just prepared for this type of war

I heard Eminem's rap at the awards, who's he fightin' for?

Y'all can take that motherfucker too, he ain't white no more

It's like you wanna be so famous

You'll do anything for attention and a little payment

I can't take you nowhere without people pointin' fingers

Pants hangin' off your ass, you ain't got no home trainin'?

Put your fuckin' pants up, nigga! Put that suit back on!

Take that du-rag off! Take that gold out your mouth!

Quit the pitiful stuff

And then maybe police would stop killin' you fucks

Yo, what the fuck?! I'm not racist

It's like we livin' in the same buildin' but split into two floors

I'm not racist

But there's two sides to every story, I wish that I knew yours...

I wish that I knew yours

I'm not racist, I swear

With all disrespect

I don't really like you white motherfuckers, that's just where I'm at

Screaming "All Lives Matter"

Is a protest to my protest, what kind of shit is that?

And that's one war you'll never win

The power in the word "Nigga" is a different sin

We shouldn't say it but we do, and that just what it is

But that don't mean that you can say it just 'cause you got nigga friends

Nigga, that word was originated for you to keep us under

And when we use it, we know that's just how we greet each other

And when you use it, we know there's a double meaning under

And even if I wasn't picking cotton physically

That don't mean I'm not affected by the history

My grandmomma was a slave, that shit gets to me

And you ain't got no motherfucking sympathy, you pussy nigga!

I'm sorry you can never feel my life

Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright

It's hard to elevate when this country's ran by whites

Judging me by my skin color and my blackness

Tryna find a job but ain't nobody call me back yet

Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet

You crackers ain't slick, this is all a part of your tactics

Don't talk about no motherfucking taxes, when I ain't making no dough

You think you know everything but you don't

You wanna copy our slang and everything that we know

Tryna steal black culture and then make it your own, whoa

Fuck, I'm exhausted

I can't even drive without the cops tryna start shit

I'm tired of the systematic racism bullshit

All you do is false shit, this the shit that I'm forced with

And you don't know shit about my people, that's what bothers you

You don't know about no fried chicken and no barbeque

You don't know about the two-step or no loose change

You don't know about no 2 Chainz or no Kool-Aid, you don't know!

And even though Barack was half as black

You hated president Obama, I know that's a fact

You couldn't wait to get him out and put a cracker back

And then you gave us Donald Trump and now it's payback for that

I'm not racist, I never lied

But I know there's a disconnect between your culture and mine

Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin' god

He was fighting for his life right before he fuckin' died nigga, die nigga!

And all you care about is money and power

And being ugly and that's the cracker within you

Hatred all in your brain, it slowly start to convince you

And then you teach it to your children until the cycle continue

Blame it on Puerto Rico, blame it on OJ

Blame it on everybody, except for your own race

Blame it on black niggas and blame it on black citizens

Aim at the black businesses, I ain't saying I'm innocent

But, I might be any day now

Treatin' everybody how you want and any way how

I swear North Korea 'bout to bomb us any day now

And now I'm duckin' everytime I hear a fuckin' plane now, shit

You know I make a lot of sense but you just can't admit it

When Eminem went against Trump, that was the illest

'Cause even though he's white, he let us know he standin' with us

I'm not racist, but I cry a lot

You don't know what it's like to be in a frying pot

You don't know what it's like to mind your business

And get stopped by the cops and not know if you 'bout to die or not

You worry 'bout your life, so you take mine

I love you but I fuckin' hate you at the same time

I wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives

So we could understand each other more but that'd take time

I'm not racist

It's like we livin' in the same buildin' but splittin' the both sides

I'm not racist

But there's two sides to every story and now you know mine

Can't erase the scars with a bandage

I'm hopin' maybe we can come to an understandin'

Agree to disagree, we could have an understandin'

I'm not racist

ISIS (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Starringo, Catra, Lex Bratcher & Kvng Moses)

[Joyner Lucas:]

One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)

Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Woah)

Three times for them days on the block

Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw

Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo)

Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)

Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to—

[Starringo:]

Ayy, when I step in the booth, yeah, that's another hit (Outta here)

Perfect attendance, they know I never miss (Yeah)

I'm goin' body for body, I got the evidence

The way they callin' me the G.O.A.T., I changed it to my government

Been killin' rappers since I was a jit', I fell in love with it

You put 'em on a track, I chew them niggas like some Dover men

Louisiana savage, you can tell the way I'm thuggin' it

Would never, I can sense this goin' down, you know I'm uppin' it, I'm tellin' you

Ayy, big dawg status, they like, "Who done let the dog in?"

If I say we comin', you gon' have to let us all in

Treat it like the season after summer, I just fall in

Had to go to work for this verse, I'ma call in

Put 'em in the dirt, it get worse, I go all in

ATM swipe, it disperse, now I'm ballin'

Gotta be first, you know me, ain't no stallin'

I'ma get to it, no weak, no pausin'

They say they slidin', but we Tokyo driftin'

I had to step on a couple rappers to get my position (Yeah)

Ain't really wanna do it to 'em but I made it a mission

I'm like a shelf with the dishes, I put myself in the kitchen

I push start just to start the ignition

I touch hearts, this should be an emission to see me flow like this

I put the pedal to the flo' like this

And take off, rims off, said they no chain, no Quavo

Rappin' like I'm outta my mind

You know they vouchin' for the kid, 'cause I'm top of the line

They put them bars in a row and I'm not in a line

You know a different type of kind

This a matter of time 'fore they see that

Takin' shots at my peep at grocery stores

Make me wanna flash out and take a soul (Rah)

Put 'em on ice like Isis, Lord knows

But if I steal a candy bar, open doors (Rah)

[Catra:]

Una vez para los que me dudaron (Ah)

Dos veces para los que me juraron (Woo)

Tres para las que cuernos me pegaron

Cuatro para las que amaba, estando bajo me dejaron

Cinco veces para los que traicionaron (Yeah)

Seis pa' los que de mí se aprovecharon (Ah)

Siete, ocho, nueve, diez

Don't care for your penitence

You can go to hell with your right hand on the Bible

It's all about survival, killed it on arrival

Killin' all my rivals, me levanto si me caigo

No creo que haiga campo para todo lo que traigo

No hallan donde esconderse si se mete como un psycho

Circulo vicioso, but you gotta break the cycle

You can never melt these bars, I can't be recycled

Llego y dicen, "Ay, no", listenin' and I know

Tryna read what I wrote, this is not a typo (Ah)

They gon' learn, a las buenas, a las malas

Le meto duro cuando me entra las ganas

Solo es la punta y salen embarazadas

I dealt my hand after I dealt with the problems

Whoever want 'em, you can tell 'em I got em

Spot 'em, drop 'em, stomp 'em, dale, vale, madre

Jaque mate y sale, padre, arre, arre

El que me debe que lo pague en sangre

Y más le vale not to opt in violence

O que en paz descanse! (Ah)

[Joyner Lucas:]

One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)

Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Woah)

Three times for them days on the block

Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw

Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo)

Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)

Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to—

[Lex Bratcher:]

(Ha, uh, look)

I'm puttin' you through imminent pain, and I don't give a fuck

Spittin' only rhythm and flame, and I don't get enough credit

Let it into my veins so I can feel the stuff that warrants me

To enter your brain, I'm talkin' eminent domain

I'm killin' Isis with the fight shit

Any nigga that might diss, so divisive

Flow cold so when I spit, it is ice chips

So dark in my mind, someone hit the light switch

I don't fuck with sexism, defendin' all my chicks

(He copy me), he goin' through an identity crisis

(I'm in the ring), you don't want none of this mouth, I am Tyson

But the funny thing is these other niggas out here bitin'

I'm gonna make it, I'm psychic

I keep murderin' every beat, I'm leavin' 'em all lifeless

I got more drive than a teen tryna get his license

So many naked queens runnin' 'round me, call 'em Titans

I be high as fuck so much that I'm a flight risk

I got you on my scope, I promise it's on sight shit

She excited, she lookin' at me dead in my iris

I make her super wet, then I suck her dry like a Dyson

Tryin' to sell my hits but all my rhymes is priceless

Small percentage makes it, I'ma be in a tight fit

Tired of bein' broke, I've come to term with my vices

Here on out, I am winnin', I'm superb and decisive

Get it? I'm super indecisive

I don't know how I'm evil when my flow is the nicest

Oh, and I sense these hoes I might fight with

When I do a show, you know I sign the fine print

Know my style's vibrant, I'm colorful

It seems, though, I'm a seagull, but, see, you're just gullible

None of you add value to me, you're all nullable

My DNA is coded to be more than all you other hoes

I just want the Porsche, I can't afford it, but I'm comin' close

Ready for the orbit, you can show me on the Hubble, yo

She wants me to come, so if we're going then be subtle, though

I control the order so my homies gotta huddle, bro, no

[Kvng Moses:]

When I said I wasn't fuckin' with you, I meant that (No cap, nigga)

I was seventeen, everyone thought my shit's trash

Everybody side-eyed on the sidelines while I'd write lines at gym class

Bitch-ass, hopin' a nigga did bad (No)

The tables turned, but I been that nigga

Make 'em—(Tss), when I rip it like a skin tag, nigga

Takin' care of five kids, I needed quick cash, in fact

If you fuck with them, you gettin' slapped like Chris ass (Ha)

Niggas see I'm hot, but you ain't cool with me now

Bitches see I'm gettin' money, thoughts of usin' me

Curly hair with the jewelry, now they bumpin' my music

When truth be told they didn't fool with me

Really watchin' with scrutiny (Wow)

Nigga, don't give me dap, and a handshake

When, in past days you wanted smoke like an ashtray

Bad days, really tryna rap with no fanbase

Now the flow nasty like a pack of fuckin' mayonnaise (Ugh)

And I got 'em listenin', maybe Dad would be proud of my vision

If he found out I'm gifted, that hungry stomach sound like an engine

He'd be only interested in seein' how much I'm gettin'

To see if I'ma give him out a percentage (Fuck outta here, nigga)

I don't give two fucks, hope you heard of me

College Station, nigga, leave yo' ass needin' surgery (Brrah)

Attitude been bad and it's worsenin'

If I ever give an explanation, it's a courtesy (Family lookin')

Family lookin' at me like I'm crazy or somethin'

(Let me hold some, cuh'), yo, what the fuck you talkin' about?

Tryna get that kind of cash where you get lost tryna count it

Neighbourhood worse than ISIS, I ain't walkin' without it

Joyner, these other niggas don't seem focused

They think they sick, but I breed COVID

They want the change like they been homeless

I am him, bitch, I'm Kvng Moses

And I've risen like the streets told it, nigga, haha (Streets told it, nigga)

[Outro:]

Haha, 'Ringo ('Ringo)

Yeah, ha, got the rrah

Lex up

Moses, let's go

Jumanji lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Joyner Lucas:]

Stompin all up in the rain

Hop up all up in the way

Elephants a couple lions and a zebra

Put the heater's in your face

And leave you with the monkeys

A banana clip, it's funny

Watch em pull apart your little face

And I've been in the jungle with the fucking apes

Tell em what I slay

Beast in a cage

Nigga this is what you call Jumanji

Ain't no new Bugatti's

Just a deuce deuce shotty

Big enough to make Bruce Bruce potty

Turnin' Bruce Jenner to a new hobby

I ain't cool with nobody

I don't trust a motherfucking soul nigga

Even let the grim reaper know nigga

Put it on my tombstone when I die here

Take a step inside of my world

27 years still ain't comfortable enough to call a bitch my girl

You are now looking at a monster

85 teeth, 39 deep, 26 piece

Run and light a fucking military with a M-16

Influenced by George Bush

Burn your whole city with a blowtorch

Then I ride out in a tour bus

And I hop out in a Porsche truck

Like blah

Black tie swagger

Black pride nigga

Black lives matter

Black eye shadow

Black nine barrel

Bang bang move back my nigga

Why lie?

Every night I pray to my god

I don't gotta wait to blah blah

And I never gave two caca's

I'm a heavyweight new prime time

In an MMA fight

With a Kimbo Slice for your neck

Then I put my fucking life in the script

It's a movie put my life in the shit

Pack a mag and we could get it crackalackin

Back when I was tryna make it happen-happen

Nothin' happened, nothin' ever shot at rapping

And if that doesn't happen I'ma stack it

Till I turn a pack into another pack

'Til I sack it up to cap a captain

Big enough to put a fucking bomb inside it

And blow flames on a fire

Be the dragon

Bin Laden ain't got shit on me

I don't think you understand

You are really looking at the devil, nigga

I don't think you wanna dance

Meet me in the clouds and the smoke nigga

I hope nigga you ain't never stood a chance

You ain't never, you ain't never

Could've been should've been would've been

Look at him Joyner Lucas

Stompin' all up in your face

Poppin all up in the bass

Elephants, a couples lions, and a cheetah

But the heaters in ya face

And leave you with the monkeys

A banana clip, its funny

Watch 'em pull apart your little face

And I been in the jungle with the fucking apes

Hunters wanna slay beasts in a cave

Nigga, this is what you call Jumanji

Jumanji

Me and my bitch against y'all

So fuck you and your in-laws

Never grew up on Crenshaw

But I grew up on menthols

And I smoke till my fucking lungs squeeze

And I choke till my fucking tongue bleed

In the carpet of yo mom's crib

Till your tubs leaks on them love seats

And this must be what it feels like

When you full force and I'm dead right

And you dead wrong and I'm here like

With my hands wrapped around his like

Goddamn

Black tie swagger

Black pride nigga

Black lives matter

Black eye shadow

Black nine barrel

Bang bang move back my nigga

This is more than a board game

What's Jumanji with a little morphane

The gorillas talking like a torpedo finna knock up on your fucking door frame

Not a problem you was just a floor stain

At the bottom of the ground I'm walking on

I betcha momma teach you not to talk a lot

I betcha ya dog'll teach you not to bark a lot

A lot niggas gotta get it

I've been tryna get it

I'ma tell you bout it, if you gotta minute

Got a minute?

Ayo you gotta minute my nigga?...

...Yo...

Ayo you got a minute?...

Aight...

Back when Iverson was in his prime

I was writing

I ain't wanna get a job

I was dream chasing

I was gettin mine

You was sleeping

I was tryna get a line

Nigga woo

[Busta Rhymes:]

Ayo Joyner...

Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling when you rolling that dice on that Jumanji game, my nigga

Get em!

If you try stopping us

I'll turn into a fucking rhinoceros

And put a dick inside of your esophagus

And poppin shit

And mopping up a nigga

Cock another glocka

Blocka blocka

Blocka!

We the bunch of niggas down in Opa-locka

Put the biggest cock up all up in your momma

Hahaha

When I fall

I'll beat you like a father

Like it's no tomorrow

Bitch you wanna swallow

Holler, holler, holler, holler

Get em!

If you try stopping us

I'll turn into a fucking rhinoceros

And put a dick inside of your esophagus

And poppin shit

And mopping up a nigga

Cock another glocka

Blocka blocka

Blocka!

We the bunch of niggas down in Opa-locka

Put the biggest cock up all up in your momma

I'mma I'mma I'm a nigga

Got a lot of dollar

Make a nigga disappear like voila voila voila

Fuck around if you want!

Lord have mercy