Lovely lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Fuck you doing in this motherfucker, huh?

Who sent you here?

Why you keep fronting like your friends are here?

Acting like you 'bout to be next this year

I mean the food gone, ain't nothing left to share

We done ate that shit

Funny how they told me to stack this year

Now a nigga get colder than central air

And your momma should aborted you and left you there, damn

I need a massage

Where the gay bitches when I need a ménage?

She said she got a porn tape that I needed to watch

And I remember days where I couldn't even get by

I couldn't even get mine

Couldn't pull a fine chick to save my life

And ain't nobody want to go with me to the prom

And now I got so many hoes I can't even decide

Real shit, believe it or not

The light skins love me like I'm Chico DeBarge

And I ain't give a fuck if you're sleeping or not

Time to wake niggas up, whoo!

Fuck you talking 'bout?

I be fronting to these hoes like I'm rich

And they don't know I got a room at my momma's house

You know it's always something bout the impressive ones

Working all week for my check to come

And I ain't make shit after taxes though

But it feel good not to stress so much

Know it's something coming in for now

And I can get my son a Nintendo now

Couple shirts and a damn Netflix account

That's it? Yep, but that's okay

I know that I'mma be alright, I ain't rich for now

But I got dreams I could live for now

And there's a whole lot of niggas doing worse than me

And that's as good as it's gonna get for now, 'cause

I ain't got much, but I feel loved

Just be real love

Just be real love

Just be

I ain't got much, but I'm way, way up high

Just be real love

Just be real love

Just be (ya ya ya)

I got work

I could split heads in a drive-by first

Blow your damn brains in your tie-dye shirt

And I ain't been the same since I got cursed

I gave my CD to Bad Boy and I got curbed

So when you see Diddy, tell him I got words

My shrink keep telling me to calm my nerves

But it's been a long time since I got heard

And don't nobody give a fuck when you starving though

They don't answer me when I'm hollering though

Try to cancel me like The Cosby Show

Until I put them hands on them like Rousey though

I got a hundred fans waiting in the lobby line

Taking shots like it's party time

Hands up, ain't nobody got to die

I just got four rings like the Audi sign

I just bought cocaine for a nigga to flip

Real shit, the bigger the brick

Now these hoes looking at the flick of the wrist

And I can take your girl out to chicken and shrimp

She said my head so big I could live in a blimp

Word? Well, listen to this

I remember watching MTV Cribs

Thinking how the fuck all these wack niggas get rich

While I'm eating TV dinners

You know, the ones with the meat in them?

Pause, I kinda wonder what they see in them

Got laid off from a job it was seasonal, geez

I think I'ma need a hit for now

We all got dreams we could live for now

But there's a whole lot of niggas doing worse than us

And that's as good as it's gonna get for now, 'cause

I ain't got much, but I feel loved

Just be real love

Just be real love

Just be-

I ain't got much, but I'm way, way up high

Just be real love

Just be real love

Just be- (ya, ya, ya)

And I'm feeling way, way up

And I'm looking way, way up

And my bitches way, way up

They miss that ya, ya

And she want that ya, ya

And I got that ya, ya

And we on that ya, ya

'said I'm feeling way, way up

Hold up, pause

We was trying to eat till they told us, "Nah"

I wonder how much a pair of Pradas cost

With the ice cream, bottles, and the Häagen-Dazs

Somebody getting robbed while this song is on

We just want cheese and the parmesan

I got a bitch at Mickey-D's, she be working at night

And she gon' let me hit it with pajamas on

Yea why these niggas think I'm playing with them

Let the paper hit them

You be copying, that's plagiarism

I be laying, sitting, standing on a fucking hater

Kick him in the face

Them niggas got me twisted, I ain't saving bitches

I got Sega Genesis

And I can play and finish if you want to pay attention

I'm hoping you wait a second

I'm broke and I pay the rent

I don't know how I freaking do it

I guess I don't really believe in losing

I've been a winner since I was a little nigga, nigga!

Hold up, stop

We was trying to win till they told us stop

The cops ran in trying to hold up spots

'Cause we were moving more O's than a donut shop, whoo!

I'm pissed for now

I thought I had dreams I could live for now

They told me there was niggas doing worse than me

Motherfucker this as good as it's gonna get for now, 'cause

I ain't got much, but I feel loved

Just be real love

Just be real love

Just be-

I ain't got much, but I'm way, way up high

Just be real love

Just be real love

Just be- (ya, ya, ya)

And I'm feeling way, way up

And I'm looking way, way up

And my bitches way, way up

They miss that ya, ya

And she want that ya, ya

And I got that ya, ya

And we on that ya, ya

'said I'm feeling way, way up

And I'm looking way, way up

And my bitches way, way up

They miss that ya, ya

And she want that ya, ya

And I got that ya, ya

And we on that ya, ya

'said I'm feeling way, way up

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