Ramen & OJ lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Lil Baby

I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe

I need the hunnids, a lotta

I tell that lil' bitch I'm out of her league, out of her league

Yeah, Joyner

Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe

I needs some hunnids, and I need to scheme

I need the W by any means, yada-da

Yada I mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league

Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers

You niggas keep makin' me sneeze

Did them off of blood and I'm makin' them bleed

You try to run and I'm breakin' your knees

I made 'em fall like I'm rakin' the leaves

You know I ball like I play for the league

I mean what I say and I say what I mean

I ain't no joke, we ain't makin' no memes

If I pull up on 'em, I'm makin' a scene

Bo-bo-bo, then I'm makin' them scream

Straight from the bricks, I need a lick

I dreamed about it since I was a jit

Nigga, I'm lit, I cannot miss

Came from the bottom and got me a check

Bitch, I'm a threat, I gotta flex

You want the crown but don't know what it takes

I am build different, I'm not what you think

I cannot lose, I go out with a bang

I hope you never say my name in vain

I'm with whatever, just not for no games

I know they say I changed, I cannot say the same

I bet they want me shackled and locked in the chains

I guess that's just what happens with bad news

On my momma, I never been fragile

I'm the wrong one to fuck with, it's taboo

Turn you niggas to R.I.P. tattoos

Still a youngin' but feel like a OG

Can't forget all this shit that they told me

Tired of niggas thinkin' that they know me

You gon' turn me back into the old me

You gon' turn me back into a savage

I done did shit you couldn't imagine

Leveled up and then bought me a mansion

I can never go back to a has-been

I can never go back to the old days, no way

Back to walkin' to work on a cold day

Back to thinkin' my ex was my soulmate

Back to tellin' myself, "We'll be okay"

We'll be okay, was survivin' off ramen and OJ

Shorty payin' the bills, I had no safe

I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom

Sellin' drugs, never know when the cops come

Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us

I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars

Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas

I'm so happy them days are behind us

I ride by different spots, I get flashbacks

I can't get on your level, I'm past that

Watch me run that shit up, I can't go back to nothin', tryna get to the top of the world

My nigga went crazy, walked on his corner and seen someone fuckin' his girl

Fuck all that spinnin' block, that's that lil' boy, shit, we catch him, we rockin' his world

I let everybody have their fun with me

Never had a woman say she done with me

I was workin' out on the company

I keep money coming in constantly

My lil' brodie and them be having Runtz for cheap

Tryna get it, I been on the run for weeks

I bet none of you young niggas can come for me

Both of my kids got it honestly

I'm the real deal, all the way, I don't half-step

Gotta do better than last year, that's my motto

Put a switch on the blick, fully auto

Put them thangs on the pain like I'm Rylo

Proud to say that I finally changed up

Why the fuck they keep bringin' my name up? 'Cause I'm poppin'

I can never go back to the old days, no way

Back to walkin' to work on a cold day

Back to thinkin' my ex was my soulmate

Back to tellin' myself, "We'll be okay"

We'll be okay, was survivin' off of ramen and OJ

I was payin' the bills, I had no safe

I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom

Sellin' drugs, never know when the cops come

Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us

I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars

Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas

I'm so happy them days are behind us

I'm so happy them days are behind me

I'm so happy the paper done found me

I done keep some good niggas around me

I got rid of them niggas who doubt me

Keepin' good energy and I'm prayed up

Tunnel vision, they never can phase us

Once you cross me, ain't nothin' can save you

Pull that thing out the, it's dangerous

Bitch, I'm dangerous

Run It lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Meek Mill

[Meek Mill:]

Cuban Linx and kilos

We might get the rico

Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo

Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo

Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)

All of my niggas official as fuck

Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whipping the truck

I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff

And talking 'bout business with Jigga at lunch

That's cray, that's cray

New toys, let's play

I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, let's [?]

I must say, I get money, fuck ho, don't pay

And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for that tre

And I ride, for the Ye, West side, Kim K

White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre

Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit?

If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space ship?

My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin niggas

Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official nigga

[Joyner Lucas & Timbaland:]

I'm feeling a way...

Whoa, run it

Run it

Run it

Whoa

This is what we do

Run it

Run it

Run it

Run it

Yeah

[Joyner Lucas:]

My bitch look like Halle

My bitch look like Kylie

Your bitch don't look happy

None of ya'll hoes can have me

Can't touch me, can't touch this

MC Hammer with the swaggy

Can't cuff me, can't function

Bitch, I don't want to get married

They ain't ever want me on payroll

They ain't ever want me have say-so

Always had a crush on J-Lo

Thought I was the man 'til my chain broke

I was so broke can't change clothes

You don't keep it real, you a lame-o

You don't make a move 'til I say so

When I get loose, anything goes

Money in the mother fuckin' mattress

They was tryna take it, but I need to get away

I think I'm tripping cause a nigga never had it

I never had a way, I think I struggled every day

Talking to God I'm hoping he could do some magic

Hoping to get paid and then take all my stress away

And I could finally buy a mother fucking mansion

Then move my friends in, and get Benzs

Cause this shit sound like sci-fi

I ain't ever had no wifi

I grew up where the guns went- (pow pow)

Almost got killed in a drive-by

Stay in your biz don't mind mines

I'm in your top five's top five

Can't touch this nigga, why try?

Gimme yo shit or you might die

[Joyner Lucas:]

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Whoa, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Wait, hold up, yo, look

[Joyner Lucas:]

Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate

Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane, rainbow

Your shit sound like summer time, playground, third grade

Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade, mango

Momma thought I was retarded

Daddy thought I was lethargic

They said I wasn't the smartest

Grammy knew I was an artist

All of y'all niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage

I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish

I remember when you wouldn't fuck with me

Ain't nobody wanna ride the bus with me

Ain't nobody wanna share lunch with me

Family couldn't keep in touch with me

Now they all can't get enough of me

Now they want to fly with me in luxury

Same hoes never want to let me hit

Now they all want to bust nuts for me

Name another nigga poppin' than me?

I never been cocky, but they don't want a problem with me

And fuck all these haters that wanna take a dollar from me

Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don't need a counter with me

Ain't nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was hiding from me

All of them was counting me out now they counting on me

I'm so motherfucking hot that the wind is a sauna to me

Right before I pull the trigger and begging that God forgive me I said

[Joyner Lucas:]

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Whoa, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Wait, hold up, look

Say Hello To Adele lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Now I be lying if I, I be

Now I be lying if I told you I ain't trying to get rich

I need mines, I need grind, ain't no time for no bitch

I'm surprised I'm alive, oh my god, take him up

Make him fly, break him even

They been sleeping, wake them up

They got molly, they got bands, I got fans, I got ooh

I got dro, I got grams, I got damn, I got blow, hoe

I got what you need, homie don't raise your voice at me my G

All these eyes on me, I see, that's word to Pac and B.I.G. I be, I be

On stages, and ain't there nowhere I got to go

I ain't got no fucking patience that's one thing you got to know

All these rappers in my way, they think they famous, I don't know

When I watch them hit the pavement I'ma feel like Holly Holms

I swear it don't get no better than this

I told my bitch we better get rich

Then flip these chips and get a new whip

And twist my wrist in front of ya, none of ya

Want to get pimped you son of a prick, let's flip this win and then uh

Jump in the air

I just want to dig a hole in a cell

I just want to say Hello to Adele

Yeah yeah whooh whooh

I just want to let you know that I'm here

I just want to sing a song and a prayer

I just want to make a toast to El Chapo

My idol, I might dig a hole in a cell

I should probably change my hoe to affair

I could probably make your hoe disappear

Different emotions you don't know what to feel

Always feel like my jeans burning

No bail and I'm seen murdering

New gold grills and your teeth hurt

I'm still walking and my feet hurt

Where's Uber when you need one?

Just tell me where you see one

I'm driving bars on the wall

Okay, where's Luda when you need her?

Listen, I'm my back to the wall

Then I'm back to the zone, I'm in a Twilight

If you ever get a minute tell them other little niggas I've been winning I've been doing it from hindsight

Don't you ever get a pen in on my level never said I'm not a rebel don't you ever get on my mic

And you ever been a kid and been a winner by the niggas and the pen I'ma end 'em in the limelight rhyme-light

I'm like, I'm like

Swish swish whooh

I'm like eh ya hoe, there I go

I'ma kill the game this year

Say I won't, may I? Woo

I don't give a fuck about no haters or what I never did

I got angels here and that's evident

I got halos all in my head I swear

Y'all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Y'all done lost... Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Ya... Y'all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Y'all done lost... Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done, lost your motherfucking mind

Got what you need, this that 24-hour spot

This that Massachusetts, Kawasaki, and the Yamaha

My Mama, Auntie, told me if I ever started drama

I can go to jail

But fuck the cops

And tell the judge to suck my cock and go to hell

No filter, but I got real love

Niggas ain't real son, tryna get meals but

Everyone's still friends, she don't got heels on

But her ass still fat, bet if I hit that she gonna tear up

Where are my real thugs, when they gonna hear us, when they gonna feel us?

Everyone act cray

Don't know what make they way

I tell your bitch: ay baby

Poppa can't crip stand

They ball so hard since wristbands

So my broads ain't got no implants, these bras ain't got no kickstands, and I know it though

Hold up

Fuck what you feel

I just want to sell salt to a snail

I just want to sell a hoe to a queer

I just want to go to Oprah and Phil

Give them both a little coke and some pills

I remember when I had to scrape a little change just to go to the store for some milk

I remember when my ex bitch didn't come home, she was stroking the field

I don't think you really know how I feel

I don't think you niggas know how to chill, whooh

So, the fuck is you thinking you older than me?

You got some type of control over me?

Just cause you got some shit you can hold over me, like you running this shit?

Act like I won't put my tongue in your bitch

Bring her closer to me

And then go to the beach, sit in the water

Don't act like you not an emotional creep

I pull over the jeep (skrrt, skrrt)

I just want to let you know that I'm here

I just want to sing a song and a prayer

I just want to make a toast to El Chapo

My idol, I might dig a hole in a cell

I just want to say Hello to Adele

I could probably make your hoe disappear

I don't think you niggas know how it feels

Y'all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Y'all done lost... Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Ya... Y'all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Y'all done lost... Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done, lost your motherfucking mind

Shoot My Shot lyrics - Joyner Lucas

(from "Space Jam: A New Legacy" soundtrack)

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

I'm gon' splash, I'm gon' swish

Oh, you wanna stop my water, my drip?

You can try, but you ain't taking me alive

You ain't taking me alive

So gimme my spot, I ain't gon' sit

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

You ain't never seen no one do it like this

If you say you did then you's a lie

You ain't takin' me alive

I believe I can fly

I believe anything could be achieved when applied

Gotta reach for the sky

Wanna do it but I never had a reason to try

Do you believe in a lie?

Want something so bad it could eat you alive

I see the grief in your eyes

Pray the opportunities might reach you in time

But I came too far to give up now

Worked too hard to get stuck now

Every corner I turned I was turned down

Had to look at my life like what now?

Can't express myself, I shut down

Ain't no one left, it's just us now

Just me and myself and my buss down

Momma couldn't pay rent, but we up now

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

I'm gon' splash, I'm gon' swish

Oh, you wanna stop my water, my drip?

You can try but you ain't taking me alive

You ain't taking me alive

So gimme my spot, I ain't gon' sit

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

You ain't never seen no one do it like this

If you say you did then you's a lie

You ain't taking me alive

I been thinking 'bout this since I was young

And I fell in love and I was sprung

I know you gon' miss me when I am gone

Ooh lord, I'ma die a legend like 24

RIP to the 24

When I was cold I was moving with the wind, yeah

Might of fell, but I'm doing it again, yeah

Just a kid I was shooting at the rim, yeah

They wasn't there when I was shooting in the gym, yeah

You wasn't there when I was hooping in the pen, yeah

New year, but I feel like I been here

New year, now I'm cruising in the Benz, yeah

New year, but I feel like I been here

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

I'm gon' splash, I'm gon' swish

Oh, you wanna stop my water, my drip

You can try, but you ain't taking me alive

You ain't taking me alive

So gimme my spot, I ain't gon' sit

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

You ain't never seen no one do it like this

If you say you did then you's a lie

You ain't taking me alive

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

I'm gon' splash, I'm gon' swish

Oh, you wanna stop my water, my drip

You can try, but you ain't taking me alive

You ain't taking me alive

So gimme my spot, I ain't gon' sit

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

You ain't never seen no one do it like this

If you say you did then you's a lie

You ain't taking me alive

Slow Down lyrics - Elijah James & Joyner Lucas

[Elijah James:]

I can't follow you into the darkness

And I can't follow you into the grave

If you want to go that way

You can go alone

Oh if you want to roll that way

Just know that I won't come

I know that I am different

And you don't understand

But it's because I'm different

I'll rise and rule the land

Aye, aye

They think I need to Slow Down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Words will keep your soul bound

Oh, if you want to go that way, you can go alone

Oh, if you want to roll that way

Just know that I won't come

[Joyner Lucas:]

Look, you got an attitude (Yeah)

I hate when you get mad when I'm mad at you

I think you should relax with the latitude

And we done did a lot of things for the gratitude

Cheers to the days I was in a stressful place

Running up the bank, moving next to Chase (Yeah)

And broke bitches always got expensive taste

She gon' suck me off and see how expensive taste

You'll be my bae and my confidant (Yeah)

Struggle through the pain and the ramidon

I could be your slave and your Amistad

Love the way you move your waste when my song is on (Uh-huh)

Uh-huh, you the baddest

And I'ma hype you up like some ad-libs (Hol' up)

And I can't get enough of your assets

I hope to God you ain't nothing like my last bitch

Can't gas me, I'm a Tesla (Tesla)

She just wants rules and affection (Affection)

Then tell me what you do like Alexa (No)

But I ain't really cool with the extras

Blessed to be living and my mind is clear (Yeah)

Tryna chase you but ain't no time to spare (Well)

I don't know where I'm going but I'll find you there (Yeah)

And we can make love every time you're here (Yeah)

[Elijah James:]

They think I need to Slow Down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Words will keep your soul bound

They think I need to Slow Down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Words will keep your soul bound

I can't follow you into the darkness

And I can't follow you into the grave

Snapple lyrics - Street Ruff Money (feat. Joyner Lucas)

Whoo!

Some niggas want to kill me I don't care if y'all feel me I'm a motherfuckin rider

A hundred teeth bites to your 23 strikes Ima mothafuckin tiger

I used to grip hammers now I carry Nick Cannons like I wanna fuck Mariah

Your talkin bout bands but your hoppin out the van yous a motherfuckin liar

Trappin on the block with a choppa in the car but I never got caught

You heard all about me couple niggas try to out me but they never got far

Shares to the dre's couple shots to the face and the rest is all yours

Don't smile at my face with your drills at your face like a nigga Paul Walsh

Got shooters and them niggas all talk

Jail posed with a cellphone and my niggas all call

Few problems that I'm never gon solve

Couple bad bitches with some kids so I never go raw swear to God that I never go hard

Drunk sex on a rollercoaster bitch you better hold on- and my Cadillac really so soft

Shit Ima die in the booth till the heavens gon call

Who the fuck you think you fuckin with I'm Joyner- trappin inna corner gettin high but I ain't have no marijuana

Make a nigga wanna die from paranoia

Take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you- nigga drownin and ain't gettin out the water

Double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter

I don't even think you need to have a lawyer

Order in the court I'm the judge bitch you gettin outta order motherfucka

And I ain't finna show you where the drugs at- fuck rap

I ain't give a fuck about a crush back- trust that

Pull my dick out and just make her suck that- bust that

Hoes that who see me give you a nut bath- scrub that

Feel like I'm ready to go above cats- up that

Over your rims and under your hubcaps- puff that

Smokin some shit that get you a come bat' scumbag

Imma submit em sick of them dumb rats

Yeah I'm finna show you where the loves at- fuck rap

I ain't give a fuck about a dumb stack- trust that

Gucci and Fendi and where the sun's at- bust that

Shit that you speakin and give you a bloodbath- scrub that

I'm more than ready to go above cats- up that

Over your head and under your suncaps- puff that

Spit at and kick you niggas and punt that like.. like spit

Don't your hear the drums hittin on the 808

I used to get a couple bitches that'd pay to play

Never really had shit but I mad a way- and all I gave em was some hard dick and some gatorade

Pussy young and I'm doin what I had to do

Back when I was just a nigga with an attitude

Grandma told me rap music ain't an avenue so I went hard and now I'm flyin like a parachute

Joyner Lucas give a million with the man ho

Workin so hard I forgot to change clothes

Kickas hella soft rappers with the same flow- and all there fuckin heads cotton candy and some rainbows

Hold up- who you think you is?

Imma go hard no matter who you say you is

I ain't for the small talk big can put the strap and I'm to busy for distractions don't be asking me no questions nigga mind yo fuckin business

They askin me questions- like

Are you Joyner? From paranoia?

Put a tractor.. nih

Niggas drownin and ain't gettin out the water tryna.. tryna get to have a quarter

I don't even think you really have a lawyer

Order in the court I'm the judge bitch you gettin out of order

Who the fuck you think you fuckin with I'm Joyner

Trappin in the corner gettin high but I ain't have no marijuana

Make a nigga wanna die from paranoia

Take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you

Nigga drownin and ain't gettin out the water

Double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter

I don't even think you need to have a lawyer

Order in the court I'm the judge bitch you gettin out of order motherfucka

Sometimes lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Okay, I grew up with the regular thugs, I thought I'd tell you that

I thought, I thought you noticed that

Hanging with the hustlers, gettin' love from all the older cats

Listening to B.I.G., taking notes whenever Hov would rap

Looking up to Pun trynna learn to rhyme

Fantasized about Kim when I was only nine

I still remember when Nas told me the world is mine

But it was dark and hella tight around that fuckin' time

I never really had no money, all the pressure was free

Nowadays I'm out for presidents to represent me

Nowadays I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

You only think that you the shit because you never met me

Shit, I've been vibin' out since I was two

Back when Puff and Mase was wearing them shiny suits

Back when Wu-Tang was killing shit and I salute

Swear I shed a tear to Ghostface's "All that I got is you"

Yeah I'm influenced by the leaders of the East Coast, music to the death of me

Big L, Guru, Big Noyd rest in peace Jam Masta Jay too dammit

Lost a lot of great ones but they never'll vanish

I remember speaking Spanish, mami [?]

Let me hit you with the [?]

I remember bumping Fugees back when Lauryn Hill was there

Back when she would sing the sweetest shit a man can ever hear

Cyrus put me on the Onyx back when I was twelve

'Til I stole the tape and started jamming by myself

Shit Noreaga made me feel like I could be myself

Then got convicted saying some shit that everybody felt

And that's just real

Sometimes I wanna cry and pry

Somtimes, sometimes I wanna chillay

Sometimes, sometimes I get drunk all God damn day

Sometimes I wanna go back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke

Sometimes, sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[x3]

I guess my middle name must be He-Ain't-Shit

Every time I'm in the club bitches be like: "He ain't shit!"

All of my niggas know we ain't shit

It's some niggas trynna make it out this pre-game shit, word

I break bread, red, hundred dollar bills

Had to go independent I was running out of deals

Low commission, I was free as can be

Now a nigga back in business like I'm EPMD

Wishing I could be Talib like a motherfucker

Living just to get by is not enough for us

Couple kids and the government be blessed of us

I guess this is it, knock your niggas' blockbusters

[?], fuck what you talkin' 'bout

I used to bust some Cool J's, momma said: "I'll knock you out!"

A boombox, two pays to clean your Cogney mouth

With the ill nine or two ways to meet Foxy Brown

Yeah I'm influenced by the leaders of the East Coast, music to the death of me

ODB, MCA, Freaky Tah, rest in peace Jam Masta Jay too dammit

Lost a lot of great ones but they never'll vanish

I remember bumping Lost Boyz, I ain't even care

Let me hit you with the Black Rob shit until you scared

I remember bumping Black Moon and Buckshot, I was there

Back when he would say the hardest shit a man could ever hear

Daddy put me on the gangsters when I was twelve

'Til I stole the tape and started jamming by myself

Noreaga made me feel like I could be myself

Like I can vent and say some shit that everbody felt

And that's just real

Sometimes I wanna cry and pry

Somtimes, sometimes I wanna chillay

Sometimes, sometimes I get drunk all God damn day

Sometimes I wanna go back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke

Sometimes, sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[x3]

Ayo shout out to all the different regions that helped to build this hip hop shit and make it great

West, South

But on this one I wanted to talk about where I'm from and some of the shit that inspired me coming up

See, young niggas from the East Coast don't really pay homage no more, and I know there were those that paved the way for me

Out here, and I wanted to acknowledge y'all, word

Joyner!

Stranger Things lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown

[Chris Brown:]

Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)

Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)

Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah)

You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)

Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin' like bitches, it done started up a epidemic

It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'

A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)

You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me

Now choke, talk to the dick honestly

I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)

I don't like when I lose (I don't), if I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)

Do anything that I want to it, think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Joyner Lucas (Chris Brown):]

While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky

With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick

You duck and hide from the Rugers

A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar

When the music, guess I'm alive and I use it

Get stuck inside of the cubics

I never lie but the truth is

I'm fuckin' tired of these losers

And all my life want the food

When it's summertime and the juice

But I'd rather die than to lose

It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it

And strategize with the movement

Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh

Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh

Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up

Try to take me apart, they ain't never wanna (celebrate)

Like you have a label, call the doctor

Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena

All you niggas sweet as candy

Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers

Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored

Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate)

On the corner

Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona

Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona

Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna

Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)

All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)

Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah

Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)

All we do is win, you a loser to me

Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)

You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities

Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)

Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me

You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)

Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me

I just might take her 'round to Applebee's (Applebee's)

Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Chris Brown:]

Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?

Watch you utter, stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it

Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints

If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then

Shut up before I spank you for actin' up

Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck

And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked

You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump

I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk

Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want

Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump

I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners

Nigga, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus

And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)

And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)

You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it

Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)

And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)

You don't really wanna see Brown

Need to stop all that shit, talkin' put the seat down

Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas

Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas

Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas

Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)

[Joyner Lucas:]

I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas

Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas

Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga

Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga

I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon

Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga

Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty

I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga

[Joyner Lucas:]

They must have forgot that I'm pyscho (jheeze)

Oh, you want war? Say no more

Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)

[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:] You better be sure, better be sure

[Joyner Lucas:] I'm the realest nigga, that I know

[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:]

And I'm so bored, I might switch cars

Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)

And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?

Bitch, I'm Irak (jheeze)

Listen, nigga, mind your business

I'm so sick of niggas tellin' me how I've been livin' my life

Sick of rubbin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride

I was watchin', you was shoppin'

Ain't never had the shit in my side

Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin', and your bitch keep hittin' my line

[Chris Brown:]

It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch

Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time

Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it

I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time

And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy

You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie

But I give a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin', so (celebrate)

Suge (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Tory Lanez

[Joyner Lucas:]

Yeah, ain't no one colder than me (Yeah)

I'm straight from the mud, I got me a plug

And now I be rollin' with Meech (Woah, woah)

You think you the shit? I think you a bitch

Now go 'head and call the police (Bitch)

These niggas a trip, your homie's a snitch

He'll probably be home in a week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I hit up Tory and told him, "I know you don't like me but fuck it I'm over the beef" (Word)

Told 'em we could be friends, invited him over and gave him some soda and bleach (Haha)

They said, "Joyner you lost it"

I told them they soft

Now go take a stroll on the beach (Yeah)

Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch, I'm a dog

Just don't get a hold of my leash (Ruff)

Y'all niggas back to the bluffin' (Blah)

Joyner get back to the bustin' (Blah)

If I do not make a few million this year then I might just go back to the hustlin'

I got me some product and I ain't gon' hide it

I might just start trappin' in public

I might go to prison and free all my niggas

That's word to Harriet Tubman

Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it (Buh, buh)

"Why you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet? (Grra)

Why do you have so much talent and benefits?

Why you keep droppin' your album in increments?"

A.D.H.D. is a social experiment

Who pay attention the most when they hearin' it?

You cannot stop it, there's no interferin' it

This is my moment and no one is sharin' it

Nigga, I'm just gettin' started, I hit all my targets

I promise I'm very defiant (Yeah)

If I do not win the Grammy this year then I'll blow that bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)

I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'

I hope my shit doesn't flop, 'cause I'll put a gun to your head and make everyone buy it

I'm diggin' the hole you get buried inside (Woo), or you get buried in silence

The day that I die I get buried in diamonds

I'm killin' you niggas, you barely survivin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

I think I'm so high, I could marry a pilot

I'm Area 51 alien, I let my UFO fly in, it's scary and violent

I shut down the planet, you hearin' the sirens (Buh, buh)

I'm very excited and you shouldn't bother (Woo)

Joyner got too many problems (Word)

I told that little bitch that I'm down with a threesome as long as it's you and your mama (Yeah)

I ain't got no patience, I love to get dirty

But fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)

When niggas be hatin', I tell them, "No worries my nigga, Hakuna Matata"

I don't wear Prada, just bring me a white tee (Buh)

I bust some Margiela's, I still wear the Nikes (Grra, grra)

I roll with some hitters, I know you don't like me

I shit on you niggas, now bring me some wipeys (Grra, grra)

You think I'm a killer? Well maybe I might be

I ain't got no feelings I dare you to fight me (Buh)

I'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty

Get pussy and money, it barely excites me

I'm ready, don't try me, so bow

Fuck all you pricks

You cannot harm me, I think you a bitch

You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit

When she get horny, she tickle my dick

When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich

'Til I fucked up my credit and hit me a lick (Woo, woo, woo)

Then I got me some money to get me a crib

And then blew it on bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin'?)

I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)

If Freddy and Jason had babies, my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word)

Niggas all in my honey and actin' all funny, I think I'm attracted to bees

They told me that I changed, I looked in the mirror like what the fuck happened to me?

Ever since I done came up, these niggas been so in their feelings

They countin' my pockets I know that it's killin' 'em

Don't tell me you proud when you know that you jealous

The money keep pilin' I know that you smell it

You think you entitled? Well suck on a dick and I hope that you swallow

And that's how I'm feelin', put that on the Bible

Don't call me your family, you know you're my rival I do what I gotta

Now turn the fuckin' TV up, I'm in the media

And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heating up

I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it

But I'm 'bout to slow a nigga breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)

I go to hell, I fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough

To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck the sneakers up (Yeah)

I'll sucker-punch you when I'm sneakin' up

You couldn't see me but I had to hit 'em like a meteor (Boom, boom, boom)

And make 'em giddy up, to get the trunk

And I went from nothing to somethin'

I fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred and one (Brrratat)

And like every day that I'm bustin' I'm putting one in your stomach

I got 'em jumping and running, you better cover and duck (Brrratat)

And I'm not the one to be fucked with

I'm not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to (Brrratat)

There's gonna be repercussions

The enemies know what's up and I'm up at three in the mornin'

When you be sleepin' and yawnin', you know the evil be callin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Somebody better call the ambulance or the E-M-T (Yeah)

Nigga, I'm the bomb like T-N-T

Bet I roll up on a nigga with a G-M-C (Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)

Get to clappin' on 'em, end of it, the E-N-D

Call the plug, tell him that I want at least ten keys

Now I'm back in business, E-P-M-D (Woo)

Couldn't walk in my shoes with a street stampede

Can't walk this way, I Run D-M-C (Yeah, yeah)

[Tory Lanez:]

Pack in the mail, I sit it down and it's crackin' the scale

Had to switch position from the kitchen, nigga, I was flippin' like a spatula there

Pretty Ricky with them bitches, when I'm hittin' long as a dread on spectacular hair

Here shit, light shit, white whip, open up it look like a packet of mayo

I'm back in Rodeo, fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set

And I'm back off the layover, pay-over way over niggas

No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga

Your bitch is with me 'til the day-day, AK loaded up the same way

Chain swang, white person screamin' out, "Gang gang!"

Slide or kick, Jet Li or Liu K-K-Kang (Wah!)

I got a Little B, he call me based God like brring, ding, ding

Got a main dame, Audemar, and that's my main thang

Got a Rollie watch, her name Jane but she plain plain, so we call her plain Jane

Over her, I let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in the chain gang

Nigga, please, I got old nigga cheese, y'all got hoe nigga knees

Can't let a faux nigga roll up, put a hole in your shit then let the ho nigga leave, man

Y'all niggas know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got paws and they're always for the free

"O" for the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs, get a little nigga smoked for the free, man

1-5-0, first show, nigga, that's how I go, I was chosen with those melodies

Niggas hatin', I've been goin' up with those enemies

And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze

I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood

With no young Jeezy, and no Jody Breezy, could blow 40 Gs

Still come back, who the fuck lookin' like the Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang, nigga?

I could say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang, nigga

Do your thing, nigga, hoppin' in the Mulsanne

Hotter than a blue flame lit up in the full tank, nigga

Man niggas better hide, niggas what, niggas what?

Nigga, niggas at the bottom of the food chain, nigga

Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga, can't crew bang with ya, can't move a thang with ya'

See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block, but she lookin' at me 'cause your crew can't get her

I'm a dominator, moderator

Pass your chick like hot potato

Police non-cooperator

I won't tolerate a bitch that's talkin' crazy, not me, lil' nigga

I be on the beach with the sea, lil' nigga

I been triplin' up the doubles and threes, lil' nigga

Livin' it up with the women up in Vis, lil' nigga

Give it up all my niggas is tuckin', I hope a nigga's duckin'

I been drippin' and drippin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket

I been whippin' these bitches and stickin' out my dick in public

They be lickin' a nigga to get to familiar fuckin'

I be fuckin' these women in ten-percent'd tinted windows

And I'm yellin' and tellin' I gotta get it, get to steppin'

I'm reppin' Umbrella forever, my niggas in abundance

I'm fly as propellers, you jealous

And if a nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup and relish on a bun

I got the money to fund the wonders of what I wanted

And when I want it, I wanna feel like you can't front on it

I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance all on it

As long as I can put my hands all on her, she said: "Handstand, a handstand'' and landed on it

I said damn, had to put it in her head, I ain't droppin' no bread

This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story

Got a Coupe full of hoes and the hose in the Coupe

To the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof

When I'm goin' in the booth, I'm exposin' the globe to the truth

They be knowin', I be showin' up with proof

Any faux nigga, any ho nigga, any low Joe Schmoe nigga better know

When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, nigga

And my lil' bitch type thick, uh

Neck is freezy as a ice-pick, uh

Out of sect just like a high kick, uh

Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click

All of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick

Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich

I was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin

Nigga, I'm back in the Bentley, applyin' the pressure

Spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin' embers

So fuckin' hot, you'd think I died in the desert

Came back to fuck up your entire endeavor

You tryin' me? Never; your squad will get shot if ya try and be clever

My diamonds forever, designin' and linin' a bed up

Then give 'em a choice: which one you want die with, the .9 or Beretta?

I'm sorry for being intolerant, I got this violent temper

I like when I'm cold, I shoot a nigga, make him die in December

You been a bitch, as long as I can remember

You sayin' that you're gang, them niggas keep talkin'

I promise I'll silence your members then quiet your temple

While firing bullets that fly at your mental and pry at your denim

I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up then get up and send a shooter that'll fly if you rattle

I promise I'm high on momentum

Might think it's a setup, but find me a nigga

Might line that nigga for the paper

Let the hitter get to foldin', origami the nigga

The Louie luggage bustin' down on ya nigga

But true we thuggin', no insomnia, nigga

I'm really a top 3...

Man, hold on, I'm just rappin' too much, man, fuck this shit

Tapdance lyrics - Joyner Lucas

This that shit that'll make me tap dance

All over your crib, then backhand

Both you and your bitch, then crash land

On my alien ship, then stack bands

I get it in quick, I'm laughing

At you and your clique, what happened

Nigga, look what you did, I'm asking

Bitch, I'm a half-black assassin

Better grab your gats and blast them

Ain't none of y'all bastards have hands

Ain't none of y'all cats are scratching

And y'all move like Action Jackson

And I'm more like Captain Savage

With no black on black on madness

Bitch, y'all back on crack like crackheads

With no platinum plaques or passion

But, nigga, fuck all that, I'm a pilot

High up all over your conscience

And drive up all over your 'partments

And pile up all over your closet

I wind up all over your side bitch

Time's up, could've been in that clock

With my luck, I'll never be on that hot list

And I never had love for no dry snitch

Okay, I grew up in the projects

You come around and everyone in your pockets

You never gonna really know who they watching

Take everything and they gon' leave with your wallet

I bet you never gon' believe that we poppin'

Go take a nigga somethin' to eat and they starving

You never knew that I'd be in their Top 10

Like, God damn

Hol' up

This that shit that'll make them tap dance

All over your crib, then backhand

Both you and your bitch, then crash land

On my alien ship, then stack bands

I get it in quick, I'm laughing

At you and your clique, what happened

Yo, look what you did, I'm asking

Bitch, I'm a half-black assassin

Let's keep it G like "Who knew?"

I'mma get that love and poom-poom

That sucky-sucky, wushu

That gushy-gushy, choo-choo

When I come deep, if I choose to

'Cause I love beef, and you fufu

Put that lunch meat in my soup, too

Put your front teeth in my Fruit Loops

And I told them, "This that new-new"

And all your tracks is boo-boo

Yeah, this that platinum whoo-whoo

We don't do platinum FUBU

Better call back-up and move, too

Move soon, or niggas gon move you

Who are you? Them dudes is cuckoo

Cocoa Puffs and some fruit juice

I got Netflix and Hulu

Hit up your ex-bitch on OoVoo

Tell her get dressed and then move through

Then I get naked in the 'Suzu

Record that shit on Google

Upload that shit to YouTube

After I send it to her, I send that shit to you, too

Yeah, this that shit that'll make me tap dance

All over your crib, then backhand

Both you and your bitch, then crash land

On my alien ship, then stack bands

I get it in quick, I'm laughing

At you and your clique, what happened

Yo, look what you did, I'm asking

Bitch, I'm a half-black assassin

Better grab your gats and blast them

Ain't none of y'all bastards have hands

Ain't none of y'all cats are scratching

And y'all move like Action Jackson

But I'm more like Captain Savage

With no black on black on madness

Bitch, y'all back on crack like crackheads

Got no platinum plaques or passion

Fuck that shit, I'mma go hard

I'mma go hard, like I'mma go raw

Then we gon see

I told Chi-Money put your money on me

I told Boi-1da, "I wonder how long it'll take for these rap niggas to get on beat"

I'mma tell y'all like niggas told me

"Cash rules everything amongst everything, but what's everything with no peace?"

Fuck the police, hands up in your face

I'm an ice cube with a N.W.A

I don't like you, and I will fuck up your day

And I heard shit gets real up in L.A

I just hope I make it home by five

Cross my heart, bitch, I hope y'all die

And y'all don't see shit through both my eyes

Oh, my God, this that shit that'll make me tap dance

All over your crib, then backhand

Both you and your bitch, then crash land

On my alien ship, then stack bands

I get it in quick, I'm laughing

At you...

And you...

And you...

Joyner Lucas other songs:

 

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

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