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