Get In (Skit) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Shit, damn
It's fuckin' cold, man
I can't believe this nigga got me walkin' out here
It's all yo' fault!
You know the last time I walked, nigga?
I don't care, I don't wanna hear it
Ay, ay, ay, stop, stop! Ay!
Well fuck you too then, bitch!
Fuck man, we ain't never gonna anybody to pick us up
Aight, ay, shit it's fuckin' cold out here
We gotta find a way to stop em'
Fuck!
Hold up I think, I think somebody's stoppin'
Oh word. Hey, hey, be calm nigga, be calm
Aight nigga
He not from here
Aight
Yo yo, 'op in man, it's dangerous out 'ere
The fuck?
This is an hour walk from the side of the street, jump in, man!
Yo, what's he sayin'?
[?]
I don't know, nigga!
You know what he's sayin'?
Where y'all come from? America?
I don't know!
I don't know what the fuck he talkin' 'bout
All I know is that God lovin' it right?
What do we do nigga?
Damn, put in your luggage there, man
You wanna get in?
Get in? You wanna get in?
Let's get in!
Alright man, [?]
Fuck it, let's get in!
Nigga, let's just get in, dog
You smoke weed?
Yeah, I smoke weed
Nah, I don't smoke
Nah, you do but you don't?
Yeah, he don't smoke weed
Alright, well, more weed for we
Hell yeah, let's get it man
[?] out there man?
It's galactic shit right here
You good now?
Yeah, we're straight
Tired of walkin' man
Take off all o' that bumboclaat, right now
What? What did he say now?
You want me to take off my shit off? I, I'm trying to take-
[?] [*cocks gun*] take off that bumboclaat!
The fuck, man? Shit...
This is crazy... bullshit...
[?] God love you still, man
That's all I got! That's all I got, man!
Alright, [?] take off the seatbelt, man
Yeah, the fucking seatbelt...
This is all your fault, man. All your fault!
Alright, I start driving
We cool, man
The first thing we do is get robbed, man! Fuck, man!

Riding Solo lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Busy Signal)

[Busy Signal:]
Some boi no knew nutna bout nutna
Nutna bout nutna
Nutna bout nutna

[Joyner Lucas:]
Aye, what you know about stunting?
What you know about lame ass niggas always talking bout money?
What you know about stray bullets hitting when you never seen it coming?
What you know about Joyner Lucas all up in the streets to the flooding?
To the bass, ba-ba-ba-ba bass till you running down a motherfucking tunnel?
What you know about the cops on the corner tryna knock a nigga hustle?
What you know about Illuminati, everybody working for the devil?
Feeling dead but I'm working for the living
I be in a spaceship getting-getting-getting litted
I be Trinidad James, nigga-nigga-nigga, listen
What you know about riding?
What you know about a check even though a nigga really don't got it?
What you know about the boys at your door while you hiding in the closet?
Pray to God they don't ever catch you slipping or falling
Balling on a budget with my windows tinted
And you ain't seen nothing, nigga, you ain't seen nothing

[Busy Signal:]
What you know about money from the chop?
Hustling on the grind nonstop
In the street, but the heat make it hot
Looking out for the cops on the block
You know nothing bout slanging them rocks
Taking hits from nothing to the top
Lock it down and setting up shop
Getting all that paper and stock

Don't you know that I be riding solo?
Making money, staying high with pure dro
What you know about the dough that we blow?
Don't play no games, I tell these niggas lay low

[Joyner Lucas:]
Yeah, what you know about rhythm?
What you know bout an east coast nigga with a sound so trilla?
Don't you know I'm Mike Jack, call you looking at the man in the mirror
What you know about a party? Everybody throw your hands to the ceiling
To the bass, ba-ba-ba-ba bass and you feel it in your motherfucking fingers
What you know about Picasso? I think another picture being painted
And what you know about drinking to the pain? All you do is get faded
What you know about rapping all day and you dedicate your life to a dream that ain't paying and knowing there's a big chance you could never ever make it?
That's fucked up, ain't it?
And what you know about waiting even if a nigga really impatient?
I got love for the hood even though I wish I was really in Vegas
With bad bitches in the water, I be deep sea swimming
To wake up in the car with my windows tinted
And you ain't seen nothing, nigga, you ain't seen nothing

[Busy Signal:]
What you know about money from the chop?
Hustling on the grind nonstop
In the street, but the heat make it hot
Looking out for the cops on the block
You know nothing bout slanging them rocks
Taking hits from nothing to the top
Lock it down and setting up shop
Getting all that paper and stock

Don't you know that I be riding solo?
Making money, staying high pure dro
What you know about the dough that we blow?
Don't play no games, I tell these niggas lay low

[Joyner Lucas:]
What you know about pain?
What you know about living on the edge, ain't nothing gon' change?
What you know about standing on the corner, tryna hustle all day?
What you know about scraping up change so your supper get paid?
At your door, knock knock knock-knock-knock and your landlord banging for the rent
What you know about waiting for a prayer that ain't never get sent?
What you know about trusting nobody? We ain't never been friends
You ain't never shook hands with the fans
I be in the bad bitches put they ass on my hands
I be on that low soul, d-d-d-d-d-d-damn

What you know about Joyner? (what you know about him?)
Nah, what they know about Busy? (Busy, what up my nigga!)
Dead Silence! Joyner!
You ain't know about it

[Busy Signal:]
What you know about money from the chop?
Hustling on the grind nonstop
In the street, but the heat make it hot
Looking out for the cops on the block
You know nothing bout slanging them rocks
Taking hits from nothing to the top
Lock it down and setting up shop
Getting all that paper and stock

Don't you know that I be riding solo?
Making money, staying high with pure dro
What you know about the dough that we blow?
Don't play no games, I tell these niggas lay low

Opposites Attract lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Freeze

Heaven hell, hella heaven, Sunday school
Mac 11, prison camps, colleges and crash courses
Driving lessons, bad bitches, prostitutes
Death threats, hospitals, gang-banging
Private schools, chains hanging
Drama too, blang blanging
Cultivating new cribs, home invasions
Child abuse, motivation
Talk to God, smoke with Satan
Wedding rings, divorce paper settlements
Court cases, medicine
AIDS victims, Malcolm X, racism
UFOs, airplanes, crop circles, man-made
Demolishing, landscape starvation, pancakes
Skinny jeans, baggy pants
Relationships, back-up plans
White rice, Zatarains
Open lanes, traffic jam
Bloods, crips, Latin kings, intelligence
Lack of brains, negligence
Accolades and skeletons
And plastic veins, lucid dreams
Sleep walking, dry snitching
Streets talking, competition
Police calls in the projects when the beat starts

Now put your motherfucking hands up high
(I've been having such a bad week)
(I've been having such a bad week)
Hands up high
(That's when opposites attract me)

Let it go
Hella heaven, heaven hell
Falling off, record sales
Balling out, broke as hell, free at last
Back to jail, candy paint
Candied yams, candy canes
Can he pass? Can he reign?
So for real, black teeth, golden grill
Thug life, honest life, real life
Drama life, urban life
Healthy life, broke life
Wealthy life, rag, riches
Riches, rags, fags, bitches
Bitches mad, bad Christians
Hypocrites and half niggas
Niggas half hit the deck
Planet ships, cigarettes
Cancer sticks, Smith & Wes'
Banana clips, niggas death
I'm hearing shit, carnivores
Herbivores, all the wars
All the facts, hieroglyphics
High blood pressure, heart feeling heart attacks
And call the cab, walk the block
Mouth shut, you talk a lot
Open field, car garage
Unemployment, morning jobs
Kill the youth, multiply
Keep it real, falsify
Make a mess, organize
Fake my death, all the time

Now put your motherfucking hands up high
(I've been having such a bad week)
(I've been having such a bad week)
Hands up high
(That's when opposites attract me)

[?]

They say my temple is a magnet
My brain is a gadget
Yeah my soul is a rapture
This that opposite attraction
I got opposite intentions
I got positive incentive
I should rob a nigga senseless
I hope them cops'll get defensive
There ain't no stopping this I've been it
Fuck yo' confidence I've been sick
Fuck yo' opposition, I'm kinda different, I hop inside a spaceship
I've been lots a different places
Bitch I'm locked into the matrix
Put my thoughts in different cages
Watch me turn portraits into paintings
Who told you right is wrong in your eyes?
Who said wrong is right with no lies?
They said I was wrong the whole time
Turn them lights off its show time
Who told you there wasn't no God?
Who told you that I don't know God?
Who told you that I don't go hard?
I'll give you something big to choke on
I never follow rules and no laws
Turn your fucking head to coleslaw
This that winter flow, that mistletoe, kiss you goodbye, so long
I'm that Martin Rocka [?]
I'm that Maserati two-tone
Ain't no cavities in this jaw bitch
Ain't no gravity in these songs
And I've been wanting it for so long
They've been talking shit for so long
This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking [?]
Bitch my coat rocking so raw
This what happens on a two way street when I'm opposite roads cross
All your common sense'll go lost
All your common sense'll go lost
All your common sense'll go lost
Tell me what happened to you?
What have you done? Where your mind at?
Hol' on
Tell your daughter put some clothes on
Tell your son put his coat on
Tell my father pull his skirt down
He ain't did shit for me in so long
Fuck your opinion nigga I'm grown
They don't like the shit that I'm on
Can't accept the fact that I'm grown
Just accept the fact that I'm on
Ain't no evil practice in here
I got Jesus all in my bones
I got angel wings on my back
I got 808's on my track
Shit I been wanting this for so long
They been talking shit for so long
This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking [?]
Bitch my coat rocking so raw
This what happens on a two way street when I'm opposite roads cross
All your common sense'll go lost
All your common sense'll go lost

WWJD (Skit) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

[Joyner:] Man, what the fuck [door closes] shi, bullshit
[Homie X:] [*singing*]
[Joyner:] Fucking walking again in this shit
[Homie X:] [*continues singing*]
[Joyner:] Would you shut your ass up and stop singing that bullshit?
[Homie X:] Ughhh relax bro
[Joyner:] Don't tell me to relax man
[Homie X:] Calm down man, all this complaining you doing not gonna change nothing
[Joyner:] Shut up nigga you know where we at right now? You know where the fuck we at?
[Homie X:] I don't know, I don't know where we at
[Joyner:] Aghiiii
[Homie X:] You think I know where we at?
[Joyner:] My point exactly. Fuck in the middle of nowhere and shit. Fuck man my feet hurtin' nigga
[Homie X:] Your feet hurt?
[Joyner:] Yeah nigga
[Homie X:] Nigga you got three feet for a reason you don't use your shit! It's dark out here ain't nobody gonna see us!
[Joyner:] Shut up
[Homie X:] Tryna be a fucking human man
[Joyner:] We be out here walking in the middle of nowhere I swear to GOD if I see somebody I'm gonna rob somebody man
[Homie X:] ROB somebody?!?
[Joyner:] Yeah nigga
[Homie X:] We what nigga? I told you bring the guns but you said leave the shits at home now you wanna rob somebody. For what?
[Joyner:] I don't give a fuck! I don't give A SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD I see a nigga Imma blow his fucking brains up! WE JUST GOT ROBBED! WE JUST GOT ROBBED NIGGA! WE JUST GOT FUCK FUCKED THE FUCKING ROBBED!
[Homie X:] Calm down. Calm down little man, calm down.
[Joyner:] Shut up
[Homie X:] Listen man, listen, when all things go bad just think to yourself, what would Jesus do?
[Joyner:] I’m calm…… I’m calm….. NIGGA WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?!?!??!?!

WWJD lyrics - Joyner Lucas

I've never been a gang banger with street killas
If I protect myself, I'll be favoring all these niggas and
I bought my first gun from my homie who tried to sell it
A 9 with a couple bullets, just eyes when I'm out here looking
Trying to find a job to survive so I stop tossing
Hop inside the whip and then drive cause i walk often
Stressing like a bitch, cause I'm tired of my Mom's apartment
I'm Satan in God's office that's.. (alright hold up.)

Shovels to my gravestone, kicking dirt on my coffin
Broke bitches with their hand out, cause they heard I was balling
Fuck me so good, went to sleep, woke in the morning
Six niggas in my face, Guns drawn with no warning
Pistol whip, stomped me and left me like I was dead
I had murder on my conscience, I was plotting on revenge
Circling the block like I know what I need to do
Before I cock the fucking hammer I said what would Jesus do...

Because Christ is not only leader
He was teacher
But not just leader and teacher
He was Christ the redeemer
Christ the restorer
Christ the deliverer

Hate's the only motivation, that's how real we made it
Guilty by association, you affiliated
Smoking Newports while I'm riding the Willie Mays
Watch you niggas turn bitch, there's nothing more humiliating
I wonder what my life be like, if I ain't had no hobby
Probably dancing with the Devil, moving like a Jabbawockeez
I just want change, wonder how much that'll cost me
I don't think I have a heartbeat I'm just.. (alright fuck it)

Tempest keep raging my mind, don't ever sleep
See my cousin in the cold, gave him a ride up the street
Blue flashing lights, pulled behind me it's the police
So my cousin reached in his jeans, threw the burner under my seat
They pulled us out the car, got charged with a loaded 9
Cause he told the boys it was mine, I was facing a 5-9
My Mama sold the car, bailed out in a week or two
Before I caught that nigga slipping, I said what would Jesus do...

Not that Jesus is God
Because Jesus never told you to worship Him
He told you to follow Him
And you see, Pastor, when we praise Jesus
He's worthy to be praised, we feel good don't we
But not enough, follow Him

Rappers on TV with jewels, we idolize them
Picturing myself on the news and paparazzi
Bunch of grimy thoughts, niggas never had no conscience
I've been looking for a jux being broke is not an option
I've never been violent, I'm shaking just being honest
Especially when my girl ain't working and we was starving
Argue every minute, fighting in a small apartment
She tripping just non-stop and I'm like.. (shh bitch I got to go)

Looking for some pussy to fuck just for one night
Get some anger out my chest and bust until I'm right
Met this shorty at the bar, she was working for some tips
Took me back to her crib and I was nervous as a bitch
Her husband came home and he was lurking in the crib
While I was jerking in his bitch, he grabbed the burner out the 6
Bursting in the room, cocked it back, from me to you wait
Before you pull that trigger think of what would Jesus...

(Gun shots and screams)
You're going to feel, the presence, of God
(Gun shots and screams)

Half Nigga lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Know what it's like to be half nigga
To be half nigga, to be half nigga
Yeah
Joyner
Joyner

Know what it's like to be half nigga, just a half nigga (yeah)
My white Mom fell in love with a black nigga (damn)
Just a black nigga
A white lady with a colored kid
I don't even understand what my color is
What my color is (what my color is)
Black, White, Brown, and some other shit
Homie say you ain't allowed with us
I don't even want you hanging out with us (nah)
And quit trying to act like you proud of us
If we were slaves back then, you'd be a house nigga
A house nigga (a house nigga)
Wow nigga, know what I hate the most
A bunch of cartoons with some racist quotes
And subliminal messages and racist jokes
Kinda funny how the money not ours (money not ours)
Yeah the money not ours
All the white motherfuckers got power (damn)
While the black motherfuckers got talent
Trying to get respect that'll never be valid (never be valid)
Never be valid
Even if you had level 3 clearance (yeah)
Even if you had Hillary's parents (yeah)
Even if you were a rap star (rap star)
Even if you had 10 cars and
Even if you had a Red Porsche and a 747 with 10 floors and the best whores
Even if you were a ball player, playing for the Clippers
Just imagine how you would feel if you were Doc Rivers
With a boss like the racist motherfucker Donald Sterling
I've been in and out of feelings, how sad is it (how sad is it shit)
Yeah how bad is it, when your boss got billions of cash and shit
And you stuck at the bottom you ain't half as rich
Fighting to be equal in the battle with
Another race in this land full of happiness
Another day trying to race to establish this
Another way, gotta wait for an activist to come say how we feel
Ain't that some shh.. (ain't that some shit) ain't that some shit
But meanwhile I got morals to stand up for
Can't cause I got a daughter to man up for
Gotta bite my tongue (gotta bite my tongue)
While the life is young if you a black entertainer it'd be nice
To run this shit, but you not shit till the fight is done
And that's just with the icing on the cake
If we didn't break, we'd be twice as strong (twice as strong)
But now it's twice as hard
To be a half nigga living in this life of darkness
All the black kids looking at me like I'm awkward
Cause I'm too light to be on one side of the streets
Now I play both parts, like hide and go seek
Malcolm X gave hope of getting out of the streets
And Rosa Parks was never getting out of her seat
I guess we here for life (here for life)
And I heard Mr. Sterling got banned for life, from the NBA
And He can sell the team
If that don't take away the heat from his self esteem
We in a helpless scene and a helpless time
With no help, trying to help decide, if we in hell or a jail
Can't yell or cry, can't scream or tell
But they can tell us lies nigga

Know what it's like to be half nigga (a half nigga)
Just a half nigga
My white Mom fell in love with a black nigga(just a black nigga)
Just a black nigga
A white lady with a colored kid
I don't even understand what my color is
What my color is (what my color is)
Black, White, Brown, and some other shit
It's kinda funny how the money not ours (money not ours)
Yeah the money not ours
All the white motherfuckers got power (got power)
While the black motherfuckers got talent (got talent)
Trying to get respect that'll never be valid (never be valid)
Never be valid, just a half nigga(a half nigga)
Just a half nigga
(a half nigga)
(a half nigga)
(a half nigga)
(a half nigga)
(a half nigga)
(a half nigga)

She Know's lyrics - Joyner Lucas

K-K-Kato on the track bitch

I got a girl, she dope as hell
She wear that Gucci, that Louis, Chanel
Shorty so right can't even deny
Booty feel fat you can see from the side
I'm just a guy, I'm just a man
Lotta things 'bout me she won't understand
I think I'm so used to being alone
Now I have urges to cheat on the low
No, it ain't cool
No, it ain't life
No, I ain't saying that shit is alright
But it was only supposed to be once
Now I got more than one chick on the side
Feel like a dick
Feel like a G
Wonder how'd I feel like if that was me
Knowing they fearing, I know that it's wrong
Ain't no excusing I feel like a dog

Then my phone rings (phone rings)
Got me on some code names (I'm so ashamed)
Now my girl looking at me so strange (say I won't change)
Oh na na
Late night with my lover, staring at me oh

And I think she knows
Yeah I think she knows
And I think she knows
I think that she know whats up
I think that she know whats down
Yea I think she knows

I must admit
Real mixed emotions that I gotta fix
When she at work I be losing my mind
Feeling like she know the truth and I'm blind
Taking my time, I got a plan
Plus I'm afraid that she won't understand
If she found out then I'd be on my own
Fighting these urges to cheat on the low
No, it ain't real
No, it ain't cool
No, I ain't saying that this is the move
But it was only supposed to be once
But that one night just turned into a fuel
I'm such a dick
Feel like a G
Wonder how'd I feel like if that was me
Knowing they fearing, I know that it's wrong
Ain't no excuse though I feel like a dog

Then my phone rings (phone rings)
Got me on some code names (I'm so ashamed)
Now my girl looking at me so strange (say I won't change)
Oh na na
Late night with my lover, staring at me oh

And I think she knows
Yeah I think she knows
And I think she knows
I think that she know whats up
I think that she know whats down
Yea I think she knows

Phone rings (phone rings)
Got me on some code names (I'm so ashamed)
Now my girl looking at me so strange (say I won't change)
Oh na na
Late night with my lover, staring at me oh
I've been so selfish, I've been so blind
I feel so stupid, I don't know why
I got a good girl at home
And I know she love me so much
And she know I'm up to no good, no good

And I think she knows
Yeah I think she knows
And I think she knows
I think that she know whats up
I think that she know whats down
Yea I think she knows

Shooting Star lyrics - Joyner Lucas

I get love down in Cali' like the homie Dre (Woo)
But these hoes think I'm Snoop they won't go away (Yeah)
They should play this down in Compton with a cherry drop top
Then everybody get to bouncing till they blow the bass (Uh)
I ain't gotta say much bitches know the face (They know)
Joyner Lucas see it tatted on the shoulder blade (Yuh)
Try to Play me you just Skating on a frozen lake
I just wanna put it in her mouth and make her poker face (Ah)
Yeah, tell me is you taken for the night? (Tell me)
I know what you thinking I'm your savior for the night (Yeah)
I been paper chasing till my bank is looking right
I just need some motivation what you drinkin' for tonight? (What you drinkin' for?)
And don't be talking bout them other heads (Yeah)
Ask about me I've been macking like I'm fucking crag (Mack)
Bitches love me in the country like I'm uncle Ted
I'm just what you made me don't mistake me for a fucking sac
Nah

Homie I'm just what you made me I'm a shooting star, shooting star (Shooting star)
Got a house in the hamptons and a million cars, million cars (I mean it)
We done came from the projects you know who we are (You know who we are)
I'm fine and on top and that livin' in the sky (One more time)
Homie I'm just what you made me I'm a shooting star, shooting star (Woo)
Got a house on the hamptons and a million cars, million cars (This shit sound like [?], shit)
We done came from the projects you know who we are (Joyner)
I'm fine and on top and that livin' in the sky (Yeah)

Uh, Black shorts and a tank top (Yeah)
Dead silence on the charm from the chain spot (Woo)
Couple dollas in my pocket they don't mean much (Nah)
I don't care for bragging you can have it I don't need much (I don't need much)
I remember I was just a nada
Shaggy with da holla
Back when bitches used to call me Mr. Laba-laba
Now I'm Mr. Popa-cala Mr. Drop-a-dolla
Now I'm Mr. Master P Mr. bout-it-bout-it
I got bitches I ain't bored of yet (nope)
Call up Bizzo they gon' hit me with the [?] check (Oh)
I ain't even got chronic, it's the water bed
Then she wanna fuck even tho she never saw me yet
But I told her don't be talking bout them other heads
Ask about me I've been macking like a fucking crack
Bitches love me in the country like I'm uncle Ted
I'm just honest with you don't mistake me for a fucking sac
Hoe
For a fucking sac

Homie I'm just what you made me I'm a shooting star, shooting star (Shooting star)
Got a house in the hamptons and a million cars, million cars (I mean it)
We done came from the projects you know who we are (You know who we are)
I'm fine and on top and that livin' in the sky (One more time)
Homie I'm just what you made me I'm a shooting star, shooting star (Woo)
Got a house on the hamptons and a million cars, million cars
We done came from the projects you know who we are (Yeah)
I'm fine and on top and that livin' in the sky (Joyner)

Look Around Me lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Man I wish these hoes could see me now, things changed
I remember when I used to beg for change

I done came a long way from the block where these birds got their hands out
Remember lil me? Guess what, motherfucker? I'm the man now
She used to hang up on a nigga when I called, that was year 'round
Now the same bitch wanna give me good brains with her hair down
And that's funny, and my ex wanna call me, saying that she wanna have me
Talking 'bout "When we getting married?"
Bitch you need to find another pappy, and haters don't look too happy
Swear it's my fault, they done turned me to a monster
Fly ass truck, I'm a Tonka, and I ain't really into the drama
I'd rather get paid, period, no comma
Mind your damn business, homie what you saying?
I done came up, fuck is you talking 'bout? I'm just working
Fuck is you thinking? I got some hurt for the niggas
I got some pork for the bacon, if it ain't bones that I'm breaking
And I was born on probation, they pulled me over to take me
Inside the border, they drained me and cut me open and gave me
Some type of potion I'm craving, dammit, look what you made me
I'm just going

Look what I became from where they found me
I think you should take a look around me
I hear people saying things about me
I think you should take a look around me [x3]
I hear people saying things about me
But I think you should take a look around me

Man I wish these hoes could see me now, things changed
I remember when I used to beg for change, that was way back
Now I sit and wait while these niggas plotting payback
Success is on the way

Uhh, I done came a long way from the stoop where the fiends got their hands out
Remember lil old me? Guess what, motherfucker? I'm the man now
He used to run his mouth 'bout me all around the hood, it was man down
And now the same nigga want a fucking autograph, he a fan now
And that's funny, now my ex girl calling saying that she tryna see us
Talking 'bout "Where we gonna meet up?"
Bitch you need to find another re-up, and haters wanna see me get beat up
Yeah it's my fault, it done turned me to a psycho
Ass so fat she need lipo, and I ain't really into the titles
Rather get insurance on the pussy, no Geico
Mind your own business, homie what you saying?
I done came up, fuck is you talking 'bout? I'm just working
Fuck is you wishing, I got some dirt for the pigeons
I got some work for the business so write my words on the ceiling
Ho I'm hurting your feelings, they pulled me over, I went in
Inside the border to check in, they cut me open and gave me
Some type of potion or medicine, dammit look what you made me
I'm just going

Look what I became from where they found me
I think you should take a look around me
I hear people saying things about me
I think you should take a look around me [x3]
I hear people saying things about me
But I think you should take a look around me

I used to get mad when the hoes ain't flock
I used to get bullied by the whole damn block
Running from the boys, hope I don't get caught
Niggas had guns, hope I don't get shot
Lord, oh Lord can you answer my prayer?
Beautiful dreams and these weird nightmares
[?] with a pair of Nike Airs
I'm just tryna get a buzz, I'm the real light year
Ho point me to the door, I'm catching my breath
Blood on my blood, and flesh on my flesh
My heart might stop but I'll stretch you out, yes
Machiavelli and Pac, resurrecting my death
And I'm back as a hologram, Jesus must be inside of him
What you riding in? Wanna talk about ice and Beamers?
Get your shit broke like Ike and Tina
I was born on the seventeenth day
Along came Joyner, in Heaven we pray
Born by the pussy I'll die by the pussy
That just means that I could never be gay
Take a look around me, me, you floss too much
And talk about how you just a boss too much
I swear I love winning cause I lost too much
I wanted Drake on the hook but he cost too much
Fuck I look like lying then? I'm a pyro's pirate
Set the hood on fire, hit the hydrants
Guess I'm just a product of my environment
And that's word, flashbacks to my teacher in class
Telling me she hope that I don't finish high school
All I know is I came a long way
And I'll be God damned if I ever stop soon

Look what I became from where they found me
I think you should take a look around me
I hear people saying things about me
I think you should take a look around me [x3]
I hear people saying things about me
But I think you should take a look around me

Beluxia (Skit) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Shit, fuck
I fuckin' hate the rain nigga
Why you, why you hate the rain so much man?
Nigga you know why I hate the rain
I don't know
This shit remind of Beluxia and shit
Stupid bitch
Beluxia?
Fuckin' hated that bitch
You, what?
Aye nigga you what I did for that
[*Thunder strikes*]
Ah! What the fuck was that?
Bitch ass nigga
I don't like that shit man
I know
Anyway nigga you know what I done did for that bitch?
What? What'd you do for that bitch?
Nigga I used to run that bitch's bath water
I used to babysit all her badass fuckin' kids
While she go out and hang with some hoe named Roxanne and shit
I hated that bitch
Roxanne?
I never met her
Yeah man, Roxanne
Why does that name sound so familiar?
Bitch took up all my motherfuckin' time
Every halfour that bitch was calling' her motherfuckin' phone
And she would just, up and leave to go hang out
Can you believe she spent my birthday with Roxanne nigga?
For real?
Yeah man, couple days later
One rainy night, I came home to a note
Bitch talkin' bout she don't need me no more
Man I swear to god everytime I think about that day I wanna cry man
Ayy but you know what tho bro?
I'm happy I got you man
I love you man
Ai, ai (What?)
Ai that's it, that's it, ai (What?)
Imma tell you something but promise me you won't get mad nigga
I ain't gon' get mad man, I promise
You promise?
I promise nigga just say it
Aiit man, I'm Roxanne
What?
Yeah nigga I'm Roxanne nigga
I'm the motherfuckin' Roxanne that you been textin' (The fuck)
And I'm the one who she went to go see it was me nigga (The fuck you mean?)
What the fuck you talkin' bout nigga you fucked my bitch?
Well I couldn't think of no other way to get you out the house nigga
You fucked my bitch?
So I had to be Roxanne man, I'm sorry (You fucked my b- -igga)
I - Beluxia?
I'm sorry it's all my fault
Beluxia outta all bitches?
Ass so fat nigga you used to talk about all the time
I wanted to hit it
Ah, shit nigga
Man I wanted to hit it for you, aiit?
Oh my fuckin' god
I'm sorry nigga
[*Joyner starts crying*]
C'mon nigga
Please, you can't get mad
I don't wanna talk to you man
It's just pussy my nigga
Man I don't wanna talk to you
No wonder why she said she don't need me no more

She Don't Need Me lyrics - Joyner Lucas

K-k-k-kato on the track bitch

I go so hard, and that's OK
She's so dope, and what's your name?
I need that, and that's on me
I'm that nigga, and that won't change
Talk your shit, but don't be shy
Fix your lips, you know you fly
Sip that lean, it's only right
Smoke that weed, we both get high
Feels so good, where's your man?
Where's your car, and where's your friends?
Where they went, where you from
I ain't never seen you around here befo'
Damn you so

Marilyn Monroe
Kim Kardashian, Amber Rose
Got a nigga feelin' like Kanye now, I'm Kanye now, I can't let go
(rightneeditneeditright)
Need it right now wanna hit it right now wanna feel you all on me
And I know you wanna see me right now wanna see me right now yeah I know you get lonely
Yeah I bet you wanna turn the lights down wanna do it right now on the late-night creep on the low
Wake up in the morning and you know

She don't need me no mo'
She don't need me no mo
She don't need me no mo'
I done hit it like 50 11 times
She don't need me no mo'
Said she don't need me no mo'
She don't need me no mo'
She get hers and I get mine
She don't need me no mo'

Let's keep it real, cause I'm not cold
Young fly nigga, but I got hoes
I got swag, and that's OK
Call me Joyner, and that won't change
Talk your shit, but don't be rude
Fix your lips, you know its true
(You want me, I know you do
Yeah shawty I know you do, I know you do)
Just be you
You don't like niggas? Shit me too
Stacks on deck, racks on racks, shawty getting money, I like that
Ass so fat

Marilyn Monroe
Kim Kardashian, Amber Rose
Got a nigga feelin' like Kanye now, I'm Kanye now, I can't let go
(rightneeditneeditright)
Need it right now wanna hit it right now wanna feel you all on me
And I know you wanna see me right now wanna see me right now yeah I know you get lonely
Yeah I bet you wanna turn the lights down wanna do it right now on the late-night creep on the low
Wake up in the morning and you know

She don't need me no mo'
She don't need me no mo
She don't need me no mo'
I done hit it like 50 11 times
She don't need me no mo'
Said she don't need me no mo'
She don't need me no mo'
She get hers and I get mine
She don't need me no mo'

She told me lose my number now
(she don't need me no mo')
She always gives me that run around
(she don't need me no mo') [x3]
I use to beat it down in my mama's house
(she don't need me no mo')

She don't need me no mo'
She don't need me no mo
She don't need me no mo'
I done hit it like 50 11 times
She don't need me no mo'
Said she don't need me no mo'
She don't need me no mo'
She get hers and I get mine
She don't need me no mo'

Bonfire (Skit) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Do you remember when we fell in love?
We were young and innocent then
Oh my fucking...
Oh my God, shut up!
C'mon nigga, sing with me man!
Do you remember?
No! Shut up, nigga! Jesus Christ!
Are you serious? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
Because the last time I checked, you just told me you fucked my bitch!
You expect me to be happy with you right now?!
Nigga, I should be mad at you, nigga
If anything, I haven't seen one stench of pussy since we got to this planet nigga
Get the fuck outta here, man
What? What happened to the brochure, nigga?
I mean...
I ain't seen shit! So shut the fuck up and sing this song!
I felt... I'm not singing this shit
Do you remember when we-
Shut up! Shh! Shut up! What's that?
[*dog barking*]
Oh shit!
(Who's that?)
Fuck!
What do we do?
(Who is that?)
I dunno, what the fuck do we do?
Shut up, I got this! I've been watching movies
You sure?
Trust me!
(Oh shit)
What's up man? Ayy, how you doing sir?
How you doing, sir?
[*gunshot*]
Oh damn! Hey, you almost shot us!
(What you motherfuckas doing in my backyard?)
Sir, just put the gun down! We didn't know it was your backyard, man
(Give me one reason why I shouldn't blow yo motherfucking head off!)
Aight look, I know it's gonna sound crazy
Shut up! Don't say it!
(Leave my lawn!)
But we're not human
Aww shit! You fucked us up!
(What?! Not human?)
No! No! No!
[*gunshot*]
Aight, sir, sir, sir!
(I don't wanna hear that shit)
We homeless, we got nowhere to go, I don't even know why we here
Please sir!
(Shut up!)
We just happened to be in your yard
Please, cut us some slack!
(Hmm... Shut up! Man, you two motherfuckas are in the wrong place, at the wrong goddamn time)
I know
(At the wrong hour, wearing the wrong shit!)
It's his fault, please!
(You know what? I ain't gon kill ya)
You're not?
(You two youngsters sit down and have a seat)
Sit yo ass down!
Thank you, thank you sir
(Don't give me that "thank you" shit, sit yo ass down!
Now, I'm guessing y'all ain't never heard the story of Ross Capicchioni, huh?)
Ross Cappachini?
Cappuccino?
Nigga I said Ross Capicchioni!
Aight, Capicchioni!
(Well, it all happened on one Sunday afternoon...)

Ross Capicchioni lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Woke up at 7, my day seemed more than I prayed for
Got dressed up to head out and ride to school on my skateboard
New kid in class I sat alone takin' notes while the hoodlums were makin' jokes at the clothes that my momma paid for
Seemed like everyone was a part of some gang invasion
Tattoos, the initiation, parolers I'm on probation
Soakin' up the vibe as I study for information
'Cause lately I been deprived of a normal day
But today, on my way to eat lunch, some kid approached me
He told me "we should be cool" if only he got to know me
'Cause on this side of town I would need some protection
It's crazy, reckless and dangerous
Unless I'm some sort of gangster, I'm only safe with the police
He said his name was ...
I dapped him up at the busses
I was kinda skept' about him at first cause I didn't trust him
The more I got to know him, I couldn't tell what his motives were
Hopin' that he was sincere, somethin' told me "let go"
But the only thing on my mind was patience
Searchin' twice for a different life, I was tired of waitin'
'Cause me and ... had similar views and conversations infused with knowledge
Mainly 'bout school and college, that was my truth, but regardless
He was type cool when I was wit' him
Introduce him to my family, they were rockin' wit' him
My momma told him, "Make sure you look out for my son"
And before she could finish her sentence, he quickly just interjected and said, "Don't you even stress it, I got it under control."
It's been two months since we met, it seemed like we'd gotten close
Some cat approached me and tried to beef wit' me, I just froze
Then I see ... pounded and stompin' homie right out his clothes
Called me his brother and told me he got me to the fullest
Even if that mean bullets, bullies, gangs, AKs and choppas 'till they kill us
That's the realest shit I ever witnessed
A few weeks later, my uncle sold me a Honda Civic
A '93 with no license plates and no registration
Just thinkin' about every place that I'ma go when I finally get it
And then he asked me for a ride around the block some distance from where I was parkin
And instantly I knew the spot was sketchy, my momma would kill me
My intuition told me not to, I knew it was wild
And plus I knew I had no business or place on that side of town
And I read about some chick that went lurkin' without a sound and got murked
Her body found in that dirt, with a thousand rounds
It was worse than abandoned buildins of bandits, villians, and scammers
Killers provokin' gangsters, but maybe I'm overthinkin'
Maybe I might be straight just as long as I pump the brakes
And try not to think about it just trust I'll be fuckin' safe
And then I told him, "Let's go, hop in."
He dapped me up, he started tellin' jokes the whole ride there
Had me crackin' up
As we were gettin closer, I felt funny, my stomach turned
Then he told me, "Go left, make another turn, go right, and drive slow"
As I look, it was all abandoned and quiet, not a single person in sight, nobody standin
And right when I pulled the car to the side
He said, "Right here, sit still. Turn the car off and chill."
That's when I start to panic he told me, "Relax."
Then he pulled the keys out the ignition and hopped out and laughed
Then my life flashed in an instant
He inched to my driver door then I tried to lock it, I couldn't
Ripped me right outta my seat and then grabbed the side of his jeans and then
Pulled out the shotty and all I heard was a screech and he shot my arm into pieces
I'm thinkin' I must be dreamin', another shot to my chest
And my stomach's squeezin', my breath or my lungs collapsin
I'm down on my fuckin knees askin' him, "Why?"
He looked at me, I looked him dead in the eyes
And he smashed my face with the barrel
And I throw my teeth to the sky and then uh
I heard a [*cocks shotgun*] sound of the shotty cock back
He pressed it hard against my head and blew my fuckin top back
I'm still conscious, I'm breathin'
I'm still movin', no clue as to why I'm not dead
All this blood that I'm losin' and I heard my car drive off
And I looked up and saw the sun and that was all that I saw
Then I heard my conscience tell me, "Get up nigga get up! You're losin' blood, oh my! Don't fall asleep or you'll die! Stay awake and move as much as possible, there's no time! Find some help or try to yell, you ain't too well, oh God! Wake up, nigga! Wake up! Wake up, nigga! Wake up..."

Woke up at 7, my day was worse than I prayed for
Got dressed, then head out, down the stairs from the eighth floor
New kid in class, he sat alone, takin' notes while my niggas were makin' jokes
At the clothes that his mama paid for
Had no family, but was cool with the local gangstas
Tattoos, and now I'm on parole and probation for breakin' rules
That life was all I knew, all I wanted was to do was cruise
Smoke weed and say, "Fuck school"
Wanted guidance cause all my role models I would look up to
Was indicted a young dude with no logic
I went to church 'till the pastor said, "Fuck you."
Now I'm violent and this gang that always looked out for me
Vouched for me and adopted me said they wanted to rock wit me
And I wanted to get down, guess there was somethin' missin'
Everything comes with a price, "There's only one condition:
All you gotta do for initiation is kill an innocent victim and leave em there with no witnesses or no snitches
If you do that, you'd be down with the clique and that's for life so don't you ever think you getting outta this shit"
I thought about it
Soakin' up the vibe as I study for information, tryna choose my victim, plottin' the weakest prey
But today on my way to eat lunch, I approached him
And told him we should be cool, if only I got to know him
Cause on this side of town, he would need some protection
It's crazy reckless or If only, unless he some sort of gangster and he only safe with the police
He said his name was ... and I dapped him up at the busses
Was kind of skeptic about me at first cause he didn't trust me
Then the more he got to know me, he couldn't tell what my motives were
Hopin' that I was sincere, but little did he know I was tryna snake him and pop a brick
Just need the perfect opportunity, I'm tired of waitin'
A murder runnin' through my head, I knew that death was comin'
He introduced me to his family, I was jealous of him
His momma told me "Make sure you look out for my son-"
And before she could finish her sentence I quickly just interjected and said
"Don't you even stress it. I got him to the fullest, even if that means bullets, bullies, gangs, AKs and choppas till they kill us."
I was lyin to the fuckin' limits
Took advantage when he said he had that Honda Civic
A '93 with no license plates and no registration
Just thinkin' about every place I'ma go when I finally kill him
And then I asked him for a ride around the block, some distance from where he was parked
And instantly I knew my chance was comin', I'm ready to drill him
Then he told me, "Let's go, hop in."
I dapped him up and started tellin jokes the whole ride there
Had him crackin up
As we were gettin' closer, he felt funny
I think he knew somethin' was comin', that look he had was enough to tell me
But fuck it, go right and drive slow
As he looked, it was all abandoned and quiet
Not a single person in sight and nobody standin
And right when he pulled the car to the side
I said, "Right here, sit still. Turn the car off and chill."
Then he start to panic, I told him, "Relax."
Then I pulled the keys out the ignition and hopped out, laughed
His life flash in an instant
I inched to his driver door then he tried to lock it, he couldn't
And I ripped him right out his seat then I grabbed the side of my jeans and then
I pull out the shotty, I cocked it twice 'till he screamed
And I shot his arm into pieces, I'm watchin' his blood leakin'
And another shot to his chest, seen his stomach squeezing
His breath and his lungs collapse and he down to his fuckin' knees
Askin' me, "Why?"
He looked at me, I looked him dead in the eyes
Then I smashed his face with the barrel, and I throw his teeth to the sky
And then [*cocks shotgun*] sound of the shotty cock back
I pressed it hard against his head and blew his fuckin' top back

Rock Bottom lyrics - Joyner Lucas

(My nigga MOOSE)
Joyner (Joyner)
Yeah
Ayo ('Cause I never had shit)
This song right here for all the broke motherfuckers (Joyner), the poor motherfuckers
Who ain't never had
Who ain't never had shit

Rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had shit nigga)
Bang, rock bottom
Bang, rock, rock bottom (Nah, never had shit nigga)
Bang, rock bottom
Bang, rock, rock bottom (I never had shit nigga)
Bang, rock bottom
Bang, rock, rock bottom (Cause I never had shit nigga)
Bang, rock bottom
Bang, rock, rock bottom (I never had shit nigga)
Bang, rock bottom
Bang, rock, rock bottom (Nah, I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom

Man I never had shit
I never had cake
Used to sell drugs but I never had weight
Livin' life fast like I never had breaks
Speakers on blast like I never had base
I never had friends, keep my enemies close
Roll the windows up if whenever we smoke
My niggas stay high they can never be low
And I lie to my bitch like I never had hoes
Never wish jail or death on a nigga
I never had tears or respect for a teller
I never did a beer till the cops come and get 'em
Even 27 years couldn't stop Mandela
But I never cooked crack
Never took slack
Run away from home and I never looked back
Broke ass nigga livin' life on the bottom
I was tryna touch a mil and put my mama in a condo
Up in Beverly Hills, maybe down south
Never been a funny nigga why start now
Dreams of a Bentley with a top drop down
Tryna take my shit, then it's po-po-pow
Never been a thug but I'm real acquainted
And you will never feel how real my pain is
And all your new shit sound real outdated
This is real rock bottom for the tears I tasted
Cause I never had shit nigga

Rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (Nah, never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (Cause I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (Nah, I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom

Nah, I ain't never been a rat (rat?)
Nah, I ain't never have no money put the pennies in the bag
Cause I never had a stack (stack?)
Nah, I never been a bitch nigga, never had a pad
You ain't never have a bag (bag?)
You ain't never rode a bus, prolly never took a cab, gettin' ride from your dad
But your momma at work takin' money out her purse tryna pay for some work
Cause you never wasn't nothin' but a spoiled motherfucker
Tryna follow where your friends and magnolia motherfuckers
But you never give respect of a loyal motherfucker
You just want to be down, wanna live fast
Run away from home and don't ever look back
Dreams of a beast livin' life in a city
I'm just tryna touch a mil and put my momma in a mansion
All the way in Miami, maybe in the hill
Never had a job but the nigga got bills
And niggas run they mouth 'till the shit get real
And the thugs come out with the p-p-pill
Never been a thug but I'm real acquainted
You will never feel how real my pain is
And all your new shit sound real outdated
This is real rock bottom for the tears I tasted
Cause I never had shit nigga

Rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (Nah, never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (Cause I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (Nah, I never had shit nigga)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom (I never had)
Been rock bottom
Been rock, rock bottom

Don't Shoot lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Dear America

By the system I was raised
The same system that enslaved us and took us all away
The same same system I was trained to put my hands across my heart and pledge allegiance to the grave
The same system that made me sing the national anthem
While the fucking flag hanged
The same system that'll claim innocent lives
Barack ain't made shit change
Nigga fuck this shit, I won't budge!
Shit, I won't budge
They say Rosa Parks was sitting on the wrong bus
And now that Malcolm X is gone, I guess it's on us
Fuck a cop, they gon' kill us then they charge us
They gon' charge us
Put that fucking badge out and say it's all love
But I got six warning shots to my heart, lungs, face, neck, cough blood
Now they say we all thugs
I guess we all thugs
Ever since the Watts Riots, motherfuckers wanna try us
Everything was all quiet til they crossed us
Al Sharpton keep on talking, nigga do something!
Nigga prove something
So much drama, I just got the fucking goosebumps
Word down to Ferguson, they murderin' the youth young
What the fuck is new, son
This shit gon' make me lose some'n

This a war we won't back down
Fuck this country, we ain't treated fair
I should burn the fucking flag down
Yeah, I should burn the fucking flag down
But your victims lash out, they have no clue
But if I protest, a nigga'll put me in a stretcher
Gun me down with my hands up screamin' "DON'T SHOOT!"
Motherfucker, don't shoot!

By the system I was raised
The same system that just killed Mike Brown the other day
The same system that just slayed Sean Bell, Trayvon, Eric Garner, what a shame!
The same system that gon' lie just to cover up the crime, quick to send us to the grave
The same system that'll claim innocent lives
Barack ain't made shit change
Nigga, fuck this shit, I won't budge!
Shit, I won't budge
They say Emmitt Till whistled at the wrong slut
And now that Martin Luther gone, I guess it's on us
Fuck the cops, they gon' kill us then they charge us
They gon' charge us
Put that fucking badge out, leave a nigga passed out
CLAP PLOW twenty shots to my heart, lungs, face, neck, cough blood
All they do is cross us
Living in the projects, and we all thugs
Now they searchin' through my pockets
Wanna treat me like a hostage
Tryna get inside my conscious like a broad does
If they catch me lookin' wrong, I'm a rebel though
If I got my hoodie on, I'm a criminal
If I got my hands up, that means I probably got a weapon
If they kill me, then I guess that means that it was an exception

This a war we won't back down
And tell the government to kiss my ass
I should burn the fucking flag down
Yeah, I should burn the fucking flag down
We were forced to surrender, they have no clue
But if I protest, a nigga'll put me in a stretcher
Gun me down with my hands up screamin' "DON'T SHOOT!"
Motherfucker, don't shoot!

The Feeling (Interlude) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

I used to be all you loved
I used to be all you needed
And I used to be all you dreamed of
And I don't know what to do
Baby I'm falling down
And maybe I'm overthinking
Maybe I'm drunker now
Bitch I ain't fucking with you

[Hook:]
Don't tell me you love me
Girl I don't believe you now
Cause I don't understand the feeling
(Don't understand it I don't want to be with you no no no)
Don't tell me you love me
Girl I don't believe you now
Cause I don't understand the feeling
(Don't understand it, I don't understand it now, don't tell me you love me)

Give me a moment
And let me tell you how I feel on some grown shit
And I've been drinking Hennessy and seeing clear now
I'm finna tell you how a nigga fucking feel now
Bitch you brought me down when I was doing good
All you bring is drama you a drama queen
Don't tell me that you love me cause it sounds good
I don't need you're fucking money, wait (hold on gimme that back)

Girl I was just playing can you call me back
Can you call me back [x4]

I was just playing can you call me back, can you call me back

[Hook]

All Over lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over

Just turn the other way
Yeah, shorty, it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
I'm gonna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over
I just wanna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Ain't nothing else to say
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Just turn the other way
Yeah, shorty, it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
I'm gonna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over, yeah

I said, bitch, you got some nerve (you got some nerve)
Yeah, you got some damn nerve, not a damn word
Wanna slap you up, but my hand hurt
Plus, I ain't hit no girl (I ain't hit no girl, man)
Got me on some cold shit, that low shit
That "I don't need you no more" shit
Bitch, I ain't got no time (got time for that shit, man)
Plus you always talkin' bout what you done for me in front of company
Bitch, I don't need you, I just got a new job (just got a new job)
Yeah, I'm getting my cake now, getting laid now
Coming home drunk, all late now

And I don't give a fuck, ain't no way, no how
I got plenty bitches, plenty hoes that want me now
I got liquor in my cup, music on so loud
Every time I hear you talking, imma cut you off and I just wanna

I just wanna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Ain't nothing else to say
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Just turn the other way
Yeah, shorty, it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
I'm gonna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
I just wanna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Ain't nothing else to say
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Just turn the other way
Yeah, shorty, it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
I'm gonna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over, yeah

Bitch, you got me all the way fucked up (me all the way fucked up)
Cause I ain't your average dude, no average you
Been playing games, ain't have no rules
Got bitches all on my nuts (niggas swinging and shit)
And I thought about marriage too, ain't have a clue you was fuckin' around with them ratchet dudes
Must think that I'm on drugs (you must think I'm great)
Shit, you must think I'm intoxicated or probably faded off liquor, weed or things I be taking
Just wasn't good enough (oh, I ain't good enough now, huh?)
And I heard your conversations from all the way in the room when you thought I was sleeping

And I don't give a fuck, ain't no way, no how
I got plenty bitches, plenty hoes that want me now
I got liquor in my cup, music on so loud
Every time I hear you talking, imma cut you off and I just wanna

I just wanna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Ain't nothing else to say
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Just turn the other way
Yeah, shorty, it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
I'm gonna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
I just wanna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Ain't nothing else to say
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
Just turn the other way
Yeah, shorty, it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over
I'm gonna rub it in your face
Cause you know it's all over, all over
I'm all over, all over, yeah

(All over, all over, all over, all over)
(All over, all over, all over, all over)
And I don't give a fuck, ain't no way, no how
(All over, all over, all over, all over)
I got plenty bitches, plenty hoes that want me now
(All over, all over, all over, all over)
I got liquor in my cup, music on so loud
Every time I hear you talking, imma cut you off and I just wanna
(All over, all over, all over, all over)
Every time I hear you talking, imma cut you off and I just wanna
Cut you off and I just wanna

Joyner Lucas other songs:


 

Back In Blood (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Yeah, look (Ayy)

I ain't been on my freestyle shit in a minute but niggas don't put no respect
So tell all these rappers that I'm takin' over, just so you know what to expect
I wasn't gon' do it at first but fuck it, I must keep my foot on they neck
If I give you a warning, you better believe me, you know I stay good on my threats
Nigga, I spent my whole life in the studio, shit kinda feel like I'm doin' a stretch
I wish I could spend more time with my son but I know that I'm doin' the best
And I know that it's worth it when he look at me and say, "Daddy, look, you are the best"
Need to find a new way to deal with my anger 'cause I never do good with stress
Niggas hate when I brag, I know, when I talk about cash, I know
When I talk about cars, I know, all the bitches I have, I know
They say, "J, I miss when you was broke
Way before all the fame and glory
Money changed you, it made you corny
The material things just bore me
You're no different than all of these industry niggas, I thought you were special and awesome
Now you sellin' your soul and just hopin' on records with anyone, nigga, you lost it
I miss when you made music that I could relate to 'cause all of your new shit ain't thoughtful
When you gon' make some new music with Marshall?
When you gon' pull some new shit out the arsenal?"
I'm back on my remix shit, don't sue me, nigga, I'm too unruly
I might slide on a hoe like Toosie, bitch, I'm too dang groovy, ooh
Niggas try and cancel me like Boosie, all y'all hoes is goofy
But, yeah, you know my life's a movie, I sold crack to Pookie
Look, she in love with the cocaine, I'm in love with the dope gang
Try to cook crack with a oven and propane
Try to make a dollar back when I ain't have no name
But niggas told me that I had to stay in my own lane
I jumped in the water and started makin' my own wave
I'm watchin' the pool splash, they told me don't move fast
And every nigga doin' better than me, I blew past
Now niggas look at me, like, "How the fuck did he do that?"
I got one crib, I don't live in it
The other one is big enough to probably put my other muhfuckin' crib in it
But one crib, I made a clubhouse and stuffed all my step kids in it
And then I built me a trap house and let all the fiends take a hit in it
And I might buy a church too, just in case I wanna sin it
Put a hot tub in the front row, let all my hoes come swim in it
Yeah, I made so much bread, I bought a crib to take a shit in it
You talk about it, I'm livin' it, you brag about it, I been did it
And I got your bitch in the whip ridin' shotgun with the ceiling down
You let her down, I feel her up just 'cause the bitch feelin' down
I don't know if her ass real but I do know that it's really round
I think that I'm tall enough for her to give me head without kneelin' down
Fake niggas only really lie just because of prolly how real it sounds
Please shut the fuck up anytime I bring somebody real around
You versus me, nigga? That's like a whale pushin' a seal around
Tell me, how many dead rappers you think it takes to fill the ground?
And bitch, I'm in pimp mode, I only know what the pimps know
The man in the mirror is schizo, I pay a stripper in crypto
I pay a stripper in crypto, I do not care if you lit, though
I hit my plug from the flip phone, I'm sellin' pebbles to Flinstones
Scam nightly, sellin' whatever the strand might be, yeah
Get like me, all of my packages sealed tightly, yeah
I had a record deal, then I drop a label, nigga, come take a chance like me
You niggas cannot advance like me, you'll give Atlantic back the advance like me
I got the upper hand, mm, and I got the other hand icy
My diamonds movin' like Chris Brown, you know I love when they dance hyphy
Ayy, ayy, only nigga that told his girlfriends 'bout my other girlfriends in front of my side lil' bitch and wifey
Give a fuck about security in the club, we gon' ride
Give a fuck if it's a quarantine or not, we still outside
The last nigga tried to play me talkin' crazy, then he died
Like them cheap-ass hoes [?], catch you slippin', we gon' slide
Ooh, ooh, catch you slippin', we gon' slide
Put that rubber on that grip, then we gon' cut your ass outside
Send 'em goonies on that mission, it go trip and you gon' hide
When you get hit that blicky you gon' wish that you done died

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, Joyner
Ayy, ayy

Backwords lyrics - Joyner Lucas

I been snatchin' purses while I'm rapping in the back of churches
I'm a backwards person, I ain't laughin' don't you act absurd
And I've been havin' urges, ain't no passion
Don't you bastards think you bad at cursin'
I've been bad since birth, been slapping nurses asses
Takin' percs and I've been urgin' to get served in action
Got a nervous itchin' in a serpents kitchen drinking Captain's
While I'm servin' children, different words that's spillin' out the cabinets
In a hurt position this absurd addiction got me laughin'
Spit faster, runnin' with impact 'til your wrists cramp
And break your kit-kat while you play with your kids back
I'm Chris Hansen

[Reversed:]
Laughin' at addiction, absurd, in this position
Hurt inside a cabinet, spillin' out words that's fairly different
Servin' children while the captain's drinking in a serpent's kitchen Itchin' from a nerve in action, got served while takin' percs
Ass nurses slappin' since birth, and I've been cursin' bad you
Think you bastards think you got passion, but ain't no urge you havin'
Been absurd action, don't be laughin', ain't no person backwards
I'm at churches in the back rappin' while I'm purses snatchin, nigga

I been chasin' rappers down with pencils, paper books, and stencils
Writin' verses while I pack the pistols in the back of rentals
I wrote my dad's initials, then laughed and then passed it in to, I been half demented breaking shit down to half a sentence
I been half demented, breaking shit down to half a sentence
Fuck the rap Olympics, I murdered the past contenders
I cooked their ass and grill 'em, now you can eat that for dinner
And I used to laugh at niggas for actin' like fags with feelings
Till' I packed a gentlemen's packages filled with acid venom
I bought a toy gun with some bullets wit' plastic in them
Explosives with matches lit em' and left a few fragments in them
I never packed a mac in the back of a Ac(ura) or Sentra or
Lexus with gas unless it’s a Benz with a stack of Benjamins

[Reversed:]
Benjamins and stacks of Benz's and gas for the Lexus or the Sentra, act in the back of the mac when I packed it in it
The fragments lit matches explosives and plastic bullets from a gun toy I just bought for you niggas as y'all been reckless
Venom acid filled with them packages and I'm packagin' them
Faggots in they feelings just actin while niggas laughin'
Eatin dinner seized in the grill and cooked they asses, while contenders pass ‘em, murder Olympics, and rap past them
Sentence down, breaking dimensions in half essentials
I passed and laughed with the pencils I wrote in Dads initials
In the back of rentals I'm pistol packing a stack of stencils in the book, papers and pencils I'm rapper chasin' and-
- hold up

I'm the same nigga that fizzled pop and got ratchet on them
Yeah that same nigga that took a piss in your Arizona
And that same nigga that put acetone in a bag a soap
And then sold it for $40 some pussy and half a soda
And I never paid attention to rappers who actin' bogus
Who lie and say they rich in their songs when their ass is homeless
Then tryna throw dirt on my name just to pass the quota
Till I grab it throw em', bash 'em and laugh when they ass is over
Fuck 'em hard go hustle hard with the hustlers
Cut they jugular so you choke on your tongue and jaw
And I never been a gangster or wanted no trouble, nah
But I'm good with my knuckles punch through a brick and leave dust and all

[Reversed:]
All and dust, leave a brick punched with my knuckles, nah
But i'm nah, no trouble wanted, a gangster I never could
Your jaw and tongue choke on your jugular
Cuttin' hustlers with the hustler hustle hard
Fuck 'em hard over ass laughin', I'm bashin' my back, fold 'em
Crack 'em till the quota, pass 'em and trash 'em, and laugh over 'em
Homeless ass when they songs trash, and crack closer
Bogus actors who rappin' over the track, hold 'em
Sold a half a pussy, a dollar forty, I sold it for some soap and acetone, and a bath and then blast Both 'em
Arizona piss that I took in a glass of cola
And got ratchet on em, popped em and fizzled, I'm back to soda

Backwords Part 2 lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Yeah Yeah, Yeah

I can rap backward reverse into back to frontwards
I'm a rappin' hustler, snatchin' lunches to pack-o-punches
Sellin' crack to cousins, heroin's needles, and acupuncture's
'Til yo' back is ruptured, open it up like a pack of mustard
I got a million ways I can kill you and have you suffer
Like tie you to the boat by your legs and then drag you under
Or blow your brains out of your face 'to a plastic cover
'Til it's cracked and crushin' and it explodes like a pack of gushers
Tell your favorite rappers I'm home and I'm back for supper
The day you beat me's the day Chilli get back with Usher
You spent your whole life tryna' ball, but ain't have no jumpers
I can pass and dunk it I'm Doctor J when I'm at the Rucker
Yo, this is for them days I was down and ain't had no uppers
Then I started sellin' dope just to live like the average hustler
If you think my net worth's a million you ain't addin' numbers
Oh, you lack n' lusted, life is a bitch 'til I grab the rubber

[Reversed:]
Look
I been grabbin' rubbers, bitches of life, but I'm lack n' lusted
If you add the numbers your net worths of a average hustler
Dope sellin' packin', back in the day we ain't had no upper
I was down and under I'm J Docterin' at the Rucker
Never had no jumper, tryna ball and get back to supper
Eatin bags of mustard, back when Chilli got back with Usher
Home [?] is favorite, bag of gushers and you explodin'
'Til you crack and crushin', brains blow through a plastic cover
Niggas drag you under, grab the boat, and have you suffer
Million ways to kill you, fold you up 'til yo' back is ruptured
[?] back bustin', needle's heroin acupunctured
And I'm packin' punches rappin' reverse and then back to frontwards

Look
Let me shake the pavement, under the ground of the land you stay in
Cut the weight until the razor breakin' while I break the wakin'
I creep through your neighbor's place without a neighbor wakin'
And I raise the stakes and then aim it while 50 raisin' Kanan
I raise a razor blade to your face 'til you make a payment
I ain't complainin' you a dead man walkin', it ain't decayin'
I take the paper plate full of steak and I make my way in
Into Hell's Kitchen while waitin' for Satan to make an apron
I'm a backwards person in a Maybach with a backwards curtain
With a rappers girlfriend on my way back from they plastic surgeon
Trappin' workin' droppin' off bags for the addicts lurkin'
But they actin' nervous 'til I unwrap they ain't have no urges
In a glass of Bourbon, I'mma pull up in a black suburban
Glasses person, leave his whole family casket searchin', uh
When my bitch say she back to virgin, I was laughin', smirkin'
And told the bitch "give me back the Birkin"

[Reversed:]
Let's reverse it
The Birkin bag had a smirk and she was laughing nervous
Gave the virgin back to rehearse to start casket searchin'
Plastics person, in suburban black glass suburban
Cuz I had my urges when I unwrap and I had them nervous
Lurkin' addicts, waiting for bags that I drop to work and
When I'm trapping work and then plastic packages at your service
I'm a plastic surgeon up in the back with a rappers girlfriend
With the curtains backwards in the Maybach and I'm back reversing
The apron I made was to sit and wait as a waiter
In the kitchen with the plate dipping cuz I'm paid as a paper
I fuck hoes, dead and leave them decaying later
Walkin' a dead man to heaven just to complain to the maker
Cuz his payment was later, I raise a blade and a razor
Tell 50 Kanan raising the gage waking the neighbor
Break the razor, I'm in the ground in the basement layer
The payment station, stay in yo lane in the pavement shaker

Funk Flex, Joyner Lucas, Cat Wizard, DJ Juanita on the set
You know what it is, we here. POW!

Bank Account (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

I'm willing to die for this shit
I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
So my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
And if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the money
I'll probably be robbing this shit
Don't know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to ride for this shit
You know murder's my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I'm the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit

Bitch I'm a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I'm just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I'm a lieutenant
Goddammit you should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain't going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me hoe
Nigga, I'm Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn't riding as much
My bank account looking weak, don't look at me, I ain't got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I'm 'bout to trip, and maybe start crying or sumthin'
I might just hit up the Smith's, throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain't nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don't really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I'm flying past all of my aliens Sailin', and if you look up in the sky
Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I'm an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit down and repent?
I was raised in the sewer
Me and the It clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids
Sink my tooth in ya bitch
I lost too many friends
I don't do good with kids
What you know about riding dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning
What you know about leaving the oven door open when there's no heat again
And the rent is due and your landlord try to throw you out on the streets again
Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a fucking Lamborghini when I win 'em, I'ma finally get a break
If I didn't get away before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray
She don't really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of shit to say
I got juice and water and a henny drink, and I will let the semi shoot, I'll pop you niggas all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wave die
They don't wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by, teeth like a k9
Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side
Eat when the beat's hot, tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop
Skrrrt in a Nissan, swerve into 3 cars
You just a bird in a beehive
You just a cold in a room full of germs
Nigga, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain't been rhyming a lot
What the fuck happened to Jay Electronica?
I wonder if he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to Meth?
What happened to Beans?
Whatever happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks?
Tell me what happened to Bleek
What the fuck happened to Mos?
What happened to Missy?
Nigga what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Q?
What up with Common, what the fuck where did he go?
Tell me what happened to Budden's
What about Luda?
I hope they ain't losing it now
Hope they get back to the music 'cause I need some new shit
I'm sick of these new niggas out, I'm that new nigga now
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus
12 if you wanna bust, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber guns, 16 double pumps
17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna fuck with us

I'm willing to die for this shit
Said I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
And my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
Shit, if I wanted sumthin' I ain't got the money
I'll probably be robbing this shit
Don't know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to die for this shit
You know murder's my hobby inside of my closet's, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I'm the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit

Joyner, wooh!

Blackout lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Future

[Joyner Lucas:]
Yeah, I can't hide my pain no more (Joyner), this shit gon' make me lash out (Lash out)
I ain't playin' games no more , I really might just blackout (Blackout)
She can't feel her legs no more, I blew her fuckin' back out (Back out)
Run up on me, bitch, on God, I'll blow your fuckin' back out (Brr, back out)
Where I'm from, this shit go down, a lot of niggas crash out (Crash out)
I just seen my cousin cop some work up out the crack house (Crack house)
He ain't got nothin' to lose, he might just bring the mask out (Mask out)
He gon' take your Visa too, I hope your credit card don't max out (Brr, max out)
Watch me take some bricks and soap and turn it to a bankroll (Yeah)
Used to wanna get rich like Hov, until I met Jeff Bezos (Bezos)
Billionaire invites, that's the shit that you can't pay for (Yeah, yeah)
Levelled up and made some pesos, now you bitch wanna give me besos (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, pesos)
Mwah, first to do it, bitch, I'm Draco (Draco)
If you want that drama, you gon' get just what you paid for (Grrah, grrah, grrah, paid for)
'Fore I got a check, I went and bought my mom a Range Rover (Woah)
Wasn't new, but it was paid for, I said "One day, we'll be straight though" (Straight though)

One day, I'ma change everything, I swear

[Future:]
(Toxic)
Like a kilo dropped inside the pot, my niggas spinnin', ayy (Spinnin')
I just heard a hater just got shot, now I'm grinnin', ayy (Grinnin')
I just took more dope, that's just gon' keep me out my feelings (Feelings)
If I wasn't rappin', I'd be trappin', makin' millions (Millions)
I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I got more money than my ex (Ex, ayy)
I don't have to call, bitches pullin' up off my texts (Texts, ayy)
First day, I bought her an AP, 'cause she wet (Wet, ayy)
I done spent so much money on bitches, I forget (Get, ayy)
One of one, spill, you can't find this in a store (Store, ayy)
Heard that was your wifey, I turned her to my whore (Whore)
Let me be your sponsor, you a baddie, you can get endorsed (Endorsed)
New Chanel, you know damn well it make girls get moist (Moist, super)
Whipped up in a Maybach and I came back in a Royce (Super)
I'ma pop my shit, drop a brick and I'm poppin' (Freebandz)
Shorty can't complain, bitch, the whole world toxic (Toxic)
She belong to the streets, bitch, go and fuck on everybody

[Joyner Lucas:]
I got coke plugs, I got bass plugs, and I think I'm Pablo (Brr, think I'm Pablo)
If this rap shit never worked out, then I'd be El Chapo (Brr, be El Chapo)
Got a stash spot for the cash drops and a blacked out tahoe (For the blacked out tahoe)
Put a ten of cash in a duffel bag, shit, that be Capo (For real)
If my phone ring and I'm busy, I'ma just straight ignore it (Okay)
If you ain't callin' 'bout money, then that shit ain't important (Okay)
I used to want me a good girl, but they way too boring (Yeah, woah)
Baby, we can fuck, but you can't stay 'til morning (Morning)
And if I wasn't rappin', I'd be trappin', makin' M's (M's)
Twenty SUV's, you'd never know which one I'm in (Skrrt)
Travel 'cross the country, sellin' drugs to all your friends (Woah)
And if I lose it all, then I'd just do it all again
I still got big connects, I could hit the rec' from a bag of foam (From a bag of foam, bah, bah)
If a nigga ever fall off, then I'll be Al Capone (Be Al Capone, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Couple bad bitches in the kitchen, naked, they countin' O's (Countin' O's)
I got niggas crossin' the border for me, who down to go? (Ayy, oh, oh, oh)
I need to know

Devil's Work 2 lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Guess we gotta try this again

Dear Lord, I know that we been here before (Yeah)
It's been a long time, I hope that You don't slam the door
I tried to walk away, but there's some shit I can't ignore
I could be wrong but seems like You don't even care no more (Facts)
'Cause since our last talk, You ain't playin' fair no more (Uh)
And when I pray, it kinda feel like You ain't there no more
I still don't understand why niggas who deserve to die is livin'
But the ones who ain't deserve it isn't here no more
And, no, I don't want no one else to die
Instead of tradin' souls, I got somethin' else in mind (Yeah)
There's a lot of moments that I wish that I could change
I could fix a lot of pain if You help me out this time (Joyner)
Maybe we can undo all the damage, press rewind
Reset the clock and make it so some niggas never die (Yeah)
And maybe fix all the mistakes of those who still alive and give them all a second try (Damn)
Erase that Will Smith slap and turn him back around
Or wait 'til they get backstage, so they could have it out (Yeah)
Or maybe make it so that Chris chose a different joke (Uh)
A different topic, somethin' Jada won't be mad about (Facts)
Matter of fact, let's talk about the shit I'm sad about
When Pop Smoke accidentally leaked that address out (Pssh)
Lord, You know the streets crazy, how You dropped the ball
When You know niggas keep a target on these rappers now? (Baow, baow, baow)
And give us Kobe Bryant back, we a mess without him (Uh)
Take back the day he ever stepped inside the helicopter
Make him take the car instead and forget the chopper
Maybe take a different route or get a different driver
Can't believe You took his daughter and she left behind him
It's kinda hard to see the positive and that's the problem
I know You don't make mistakes, but I was hopin' You'd erase that bullshit, so his family won't be left without him (Yeah)
And I wish I could fly to Russia on a different mission
And make 'em pay for puttin' Brittney Griner into prison (Word)
Or maybe You could bring her back to February 17th
And You could take the CBD, so she ain't flyin' with it (Yeah)
Or maybe change that nine years and give her nine minutes (Minutes)
Or better yet, change the laws, so they could stop trippin' (Trippin')
I know that's a lot to wish, and it ain't my business
But until You grant my wish, I ain't gon' stop wishin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
But Lord, listen, this shit urkin' me (Me)
How You take PNB? That shit absurd to me (Why You do that shit?)
So many questions 'bout that shit and it's disturbin' me (Word)
Like niggas can't eat waffles without security? (Security)
And niggas can't work hard and go buy some jewelry? (Jewelry)
That one hurt to see (Damn)
And by the end of the song, they gon' try to murder me
And if they do, I hope my fans take it personally
I know You hear me talkin', Lord, don't be curvin' me
Won't You take us back to Kylie Jenner's party (Pssh)
Before them, shots hit the floor (Baow, baow)
Before the bullets ricocheted and leave a drippin' mall
We don't know the truth or if we misinformed
But either way, take it back and make Tory hop inside a different car (Word)
Broke my heart when DMX died, that hit the core
Feel like that nigga was an angel in a different form
Might've had a drug problem like he did before
But he was fightin' demons and I know that that's a different war (That's a different war)
Mm, You must got a major ego
I ain't tryna disrespect or tryna play the hero (Nah)
But when You took Takeoff, You took my favorite Migos
Look, I don't know how that make sense 'cause it make zero (None)
And fuck a wrong place, wrong time, that ain't G though
Took that man right in his prime, that's plain evil (Pssh)
When Tommy Lister died, I cried and played CeeLo (Word)
'Cause I can't even watch Friday without sayin', "Deebo" (Facts, uh)
You know this shit got me stressed, right? (Yeah)
Starin' at the Bible, tryna figure out who's next like
Why You take the ones who ain't deserve to see what death like? (Huh?)
Meanwhile, 6ix9ine, free, livin' his best life (Huh?)
Go back to the day that he took the stand and confessed, right?
Tape his mouth shut, so he never talk to the feds, like
Make him do his time so his niggas gotta do less, right?
Make him learn from Bobby, so he can know what respect, like (Woah)
Lord, forgive me for my language and these bad words
But that Candace Owens bitch get on my last nerves
How You gon' tell me that what we witnessed on TV wasn't murder when we watched niggas turn his ass into Casper? (Ayy)
George died from asphyxiation and that's a factor
Fentanyl or not, he'd had never died, and his last words were, "I cannot breathe"
So really she gotta chill, or maybe they should trade places, so she could see how it feel (Burn, for real)
Lil' bitch got me stressed, God (Yeah)
Probably not prepared for what I'm askin' next, God (Uh)
Bring Ye momma back 'cause he a mess, God
And he ain't been the same ever since Donda West died
Yeah, that's the day Kanye West died
First his heart, then his mind, then the rest died
And if your bank account is overkill, your soul could be broken still
Even a rich spirit, money can't buy (Uh)
I pray that Heavens watch me (Ayy)
Rest in peace Biz Markie, you got peace (Peace)
Young Dolph, King Von, Drakeo, top three (Three)
Black Rob, Trouble, Virgil and Shock G (Ayy)
Pat Stay, Kay Slay and Fred the God, geesh
Almost took Lil Tjay, but I'm happy he godly
Lord, You even took Black Panther, that's not G
And when Sidhu Moose Wala got shot that shot me (I'm free)
Beggin' for Your guidance on this ghetto earth
Frustrated, tryna understand how Heaven works (Heaven works)
I'm just hopin' You could pull a couple strings or redo a couple things, so maybe we could get a second turn (Second turn)
You took Juice from us, that forever hurts (Forever hurts)
But puttin' the blame on You, that'll never work (Never work)
I know this ain't Your fault, it's the devil's work (Devil's work)
Devil's work (Devil's work)