Joyner Lucas Lyrics

ADHD (2020)

Screening Evaluation (Skit) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

So listen, buddy.

I'm gonna give you a little test, okay?

Okay.

Is that okay, buddy?

This test is call a Rorschach test and it's a test that we give to smart kids like you so we can see how smart you really are

And Joyner, you're only 8 years old, correct?

Yes

Wow, you're such a big boy

Okay, so I'm going to hold up some pictures and you're gonna tell me what you see in these pictures, okay?

Okay

Okay, let's start with this one. What do you see in this picture, buddy?

A butterfly

Yes, that is absolutely correct. What a smart boy you are. That is a butterfly

Wow, okay, how about this picture?

That's a television

And that's another correct answer, good job, buddy

You might be a genius

How about this one?

That's a basketball

Joyner, you are so amazing! Another great answer!

That is a basketball. I don't even know if I could've got that one right. Such a smart, smart boy

Okay, how about this one?

That's a condom

We're gonna try this again, you better not fuck up this time

That's a-, that's a condom

Joyner, I just called you a smart boy. Please don't make me regret that statement.

You know what, let's just try another picture.

Look closely and tell me what you see in this picture

Uh, that's look like a loaded gun?

We're gonna try this again and you better not fuck up this time.

I said it's a loaded gun

What are you, a fucking retard?

Are you stupid? Mentally challenged?

What the fuck is the matter with you?

I'm sorry

I'm trying to help you, look at the fucking picture.

I am, I'm trying. I'm looking

Look at the fucking picture!

I Lied (Intro) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Buck, buck, buck

I think I was born inside the cabana

With diamonds and gold on top of the Phantom

Jesus told Mary, "Go get me a hammer"

I'll kill any nigga that try and to get near him

All of the angles was drinkin' tequila

And Michael was sleepin' with Dirty Diana

And now I can't look at the man in the mirror

My life is a movie and here is the trailer

I ain't no killer, but don't try to play me

I'm out off my pills and now just I'm crazy

I jumped out of Heaven 'cause Lucifer paid me

I needed the money to buy a Mercedes

I fucked a few bitches, I had me a baby

I hope that my son don't grow up to hate me

I'm out of my mind and no one can save me

I wish I-

Back when a nigga was jobless

Tryna get by, plottin' on shootin' myself (Buck, buck, buck)

I was just tryna survive, the money went dry

Think I was losin' myself (Buck, buck, buck)

I prayed to God, and promised if he made me rich

Then I'ma stay true to myself (Buck, buck, buck)

But fuck it, I lied, and now I can stare in the mirror

Like what did I do to myself? (Buck, buck, buck)

I think the old me died

I let the money change me, I lied

All of them promises I forgot

I let the money change me, I lied

I told my girl I'll give her the world

Whatever she want, consider it done

Soon as I'm rich, I'll buy you a crib

And get you a whip, whatever you want

Promise my niggas, I'll give you a million

A couple of cars just so you can stunt

Then I got famous, blew up my head

And fuck what I said, my nigga, I'm gone

Hop out the foreign and jump in the stretch

Life is a bitch, I fuck her to death

And how do I feel? I'm so much depressed

I'll probably get killed, but fuck it, I'm blessed

Nigga, I'm rich, I'm done with the stress

Now I got drip, and blood niggas sweat

They love when I drip, they want me in debt

Go choke on a dick and cut me a check

All of these meds done got me a fever

I wanted a chain but got me a Visa

I came in the game, just droppin' my feet up

You niggas is strange, you follow the leader

And me and my pistol like Martin and Gina

We plot on you niggas, I'm probably a schemer

I'm easy to hate, I'm harder to love

You say you don't trust me, I wouldn't either, woah (Buck, buck, buck)

I had to move back at home, my momma was heated (Buck, buck, buck)

I lock myself in the room to hide all my demons (Buck, buck, buck)

I told my uncle to give me a loan 'cause I really needed it

Soon as I'm on, I promise I'll pay you in full (Buck, buck)

But, I didn't mean it

Back when a nigga was jobless

Tryna get by, plottin' on shootin' myself (Buck, buck, buck)

I was just tryna survive, the money went dry

Think I was losin' myself (Buck, buck, buck)

I prayed to God, and promised if he made me rich

Then I'ma stay true to myself (Buck, buck, buck)

But fuck it, I lied, and now I can stare in the mirror

Like what did I do to myself? (Buck, buck, buck)

I think the old me died

I let the money change me, I lied

All of them promises I forgot

I let the money change me, I lied

I just put some gold Dayton's on my fuckin' Benzo

Hit the switches, told your bitch, "Come fuck me 'cause I said so"

They say, "Joyner, you done changed, you done lost your mental

You blew up and all that humble shit went out the window"

I ain't the same, I used to be different

They say that I changed, well, maybe you right

Maybe them pills the doctor prescribed me, got me wanna kill, and maybe I might

Maybe my family upset 'cause I made it

'Cause no one expected that I would be famous

And just 'cause we blood don't mean we're related

I'm threatin' the plug

I'm not with the fake shit, I'm not with the-

Grandma told me, "Tone it down"

I said, "Bitch, I'm older now"

I ate at my auntie house

She think that I owe her now

Cash my check, got paid again

Bank estate, I'm open now

Took my girl to H&M, she told me, "It's over now" (Buck, buck, buck)

I had to move back at home, my momma was heated (Buck, buck, buck)

I lock myself in the room to hide all my demons (Buck, buck, buck)

I told my uncle to give me a loan 'cause I really needed it

Soon as I'm on, I promise I'll pay you in full (Buck, buck)

But, I didn't mean it

Back when a nigga was jobless

Tryna get by, plottin' on shootin' myself (Buck, buck, buck)

I was just tryna survive, the money went dry

Think I was losin' myself (Buck, buck, buck)

I prayed to God, and promised if he made me rich

Then I'ma stay true to myself (Buck, buck, buck)

But fuck it, I lied, and now I can stare in the mirror

Like what did I do to myself? (Buck, buck, buck)

I think the old me died

I let the money change me, I lied

All of them promises I forgot

I let the money change me, I lied

ISIS lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Logic)

"Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, or better known as ADHD is a mental disorder that affects an individual's ability to focus, causing them to move around more frequently. They may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors."

[Joyner Lucas:]

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

Two times for the homies in the chow hall (Whoa)

Three times for them hoes on the internet

Shittin' on niggas when they really should get out more

Four times for the days that were all bad (Woo!)

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

Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap)

Kidnap a nigga like ISIS (Whoa)

Turn the whole world to a crisis (Whoa)

Walk around the city with a ice pick

I been paranoid, usually I ain't like this (Boop! Boop!)

Ain't no tellin' how crazy I might get, uh (Woo!)

Beat the police with a nightstick (Boop!)

In my whole life, I been lifeless

Now I'm so fly, I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk (Woo!)

(Whoa)

Fuck a couple hoes 'til I pass out (Whoa)

Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house (Whoa)

I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch (Whoa)

Now I got the Bentley, and it's blacked out (Whoa)

Family lookin' at me like a cash cow (Whoa)

Everybody dissin' just to have clout (Whoa)

Thought you had a chance, now you assed out

Nigga, I'm the motherfuckin' man, where you at now? (Whoa)

Fuck it, I'ma hit 'em 'til they jumpin'

I ain't trippin', this is nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)

I been livin' in the dungeon

I done held a couple grudges

Went to hell and got abducted to meet the devil?

I'm his cousin (Brap, brap, brap)

I ain't settlin' for nothin'

Got a metal in the truck

I keep a semi when I'm bussin'

Niggas duckin' (Bop!)

Even Stevie Wonder could've see it comin' (Brrrap, brap, bop!)

I ain't judgin'

I just want the money, I don't need a budget

I been hungry, I ain't got no oven (Bop! Bop! Brrrap! Brap!)

But I got the munchies, nigga

How you gon' move on the front line? (Woo!)

If I don't fuck with you, I just cut ties (Whoa)

My high school teacher said I'd never be shit

Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine (Joyner)

And no, I don't know you for the twelfth time (Woo!)

We do not share the same bloodline (No)

You love to run your mouth like a tough guy

Hope you keep the same energy when it's crunch time (Woo!)

"According to the American Psychiatric Association it affects roughly eight percent of children and two percent of adults. Commonly believed to only affect boys, because they are perceived as rowdy and rambunctious."

[Joyner Lucas:]

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

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

Three times for them days on the block

Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw

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

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

Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap)

[Logic:]

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!)

Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses

Everybody livin' on the surface

But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it

What's beef?

Beef is when you murder motherfuckers on a beat, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Nah, nah, what's beef?

Beef is brothers dying over shit that never mattered in the first place, lyin' in the street

What's peace?

Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast

When enough time pass, and you blast

Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict

Fuck around and you don't wanna start shit, woo!

Comin' with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit

You could never top it, boy, just stop it

High and drunk, call that HD vision

All these other motherfuckers full of indecision

And I murder with precision all over your television

I'm numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivision

Never listen, we gon' leave them missin'

That's the mission like ISIS (ISIS)

Ain't no time to bicker over who the nicest

It's Logic, it's obvious

Just ask the audience

I've come to body this shit (Body this shit)

Yes, it's egregious, I'm Regis

You Kelly, you pussy, you pussy

Push me, I'm Louis Vuitton

You at Target with your mom

On the internet still hatin' on my last post (I hate this nigga!)

I just had a steak back at Mastro's

My God!

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!)

"Double homicide", kill the beat and the verses

Everybody livin' on the surface

But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it

Yeah, uh, far from the minimum

Killin' 'em with no Ritalin

And 5'9" was the middleman to get 'em in the same room

Now we on the same tune

And we still the gang-dum

The illest of lyricists on the same shit

RattPack, clap back on the gang shit

Do it for the love of rap, not for the fame shit, woo!

One time for the Grammy that I never got

Two times for the Garden that I sold out

Three times for the street crimes that I committed, yeah, I did it

But thank God that I made it out

Four times 'cause I'm a fuckin' bastard

Five times Platinum with my last shit

Six times for the beats and the rhymes

Fuck the heat and the crime

Keep the peace like a waistline, woo!

ISIS

The War lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Young Thug)

[Joyner Lucas:]

I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip

Lost it all and got it right back, yeah

I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch

'Til I found out it wasn't really like that, yeah

So I won't be around anymore (Anymore)

I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)

And this ain't goin' down like before (Oh, no)

I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)

I used to make love to a down-ass trick, you could bend her backwards (Woo)

I don't need much but a badass bitch and a Netflix password (Hey)

I know that I'm comin' home late, but fuck it, what we gon' do after?

I'm tryna get head today, go to work like you got rent to pay

She a daddy's girl like Reginae (Ah)

I paid my dues, I ain't gon' lose (Word)

Hit 'em with the hand, the Deebo

All of you birds is Dan DeVito

I'ma die a legend like Dan Marino

I just blew a check at the damn casino

Stroll through life like I ain't got rules

You think I ain't shit if I ain't got you

But how you gon' walk if you ain't got shoes? Ayy

Shawty shootin' bullets from the Pontiac (Buh)

She a ventilatin' hypochondriac (Hey)

She just wanna know where the Molly at (Woo)

I just wanna know where the party at (Woah)

I'ma leave your ass where I got you at (Gang)

Damn, you done let the dog off the leash

Can't talk to me, now I'm harder to reach

You don't belong to me, you belong to the streets (Yeah)

I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip

Lost it all and got it right back, yeah

I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch

'Til I found out it wasn't really like that, yeah

So I won't be around anymore (Anymore)

I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)

And this ain't goin' down like before (Oh, no)

And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Young Thug:]

I got a Rolls, a pink Chanel, like RIP Prodigy (Prodigy)

Even when I'm just in at the spot, my wrist is a forty (Forty)

I'm in New York with five hundred sticks and we sell 'em two thousand apiece (Apiece)

A hundo for privates, yeah, land in Hawaii, my bitches in Honolulu (Yeah)

I hopped off a jet and I land in Dubai

Look like she got red contact in her eyes (Hop off a jet)

I'm 'bout to ride, you know you can slide

I'm 'bout to ride, but I don't do lie

Want your body like Nicki Minaj (Yeah)

Hypnotize your jeweler with these diamonds (Yeah)

Takin' mine, yeah, that's an honor (Yeah, yeah)

I fuck with you, but this one done, yeah

[Joyner Lucas:]

And all my life, I just wanted to be me, babe (Oh, yeah)

And all my life I just wanted to be free (Oh)

Said all them nights spent together, we would stay up 'til forever

You act like you don't remember, but I do (Oh-oh)

And that's alright 'cause I know what it's gon' be, babe (Oh)

Said, "That's alright, I found someone else for me" (Oh, oh-oh, oh)

So when you see us out together, please act like I never met you (Oh)

I just thought that I should let you know that

I won't be around anymore (Anymore)

I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)

And this ain't goin' down like before (Oh)

I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)

So I won't be around anymore (Anymore)

I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)

And this ain't goin' down like before (Oh, no)

And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro:]

Mally Mall

Chris (Skit) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

[Chris Tucker:]

Ayy man, whattup man? Joyner man, what's happenin' man? Look man, let me just let you know man. You takin' too goddamn long with this album, man. And I don't wanna hear about that ADD/ADHD shit. My momma got ADHD too, my nigga. And she ain't ever use that as no damn excuse to be lazy. My great-great-grandmomma had ADHD and so did my grandaddy. You need to do, all you need to do man is smoke a little weed man. Get your mind right. Got all these goddamn people waitin' on you. Man, I thought, I thought you was supposed to drop that damn album two years ago man. I done shot ten goddamn movies and your shit still ain't dropped yet man. You been, you been milkin' the fuck out that album cover, man, way too long. So I hope this music's good, because if it's not I'm gonna be highly upset, nigga. Every time I go on YouTube, you got a new video of you throwin' a pity party because you got ADHD. Fuck your pity party, man. Boo-fuckin'-hoo, man, stop cryin'. Smoke some weed, and drop this damn album already. Goddamn, we waitin'. Bye.

I Love lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Get away from me, if I was you, I'd watch what you say to me

Snakes all in my bed, wanna lay with me?

This ain't no motherfuckin' game, why you play with me?

Don't play with me, this the only thing

I love, I love, love, love, love

I love, don't play with me, this the only thing

I love, I love, love, love, love

I love...

Look, I love it when they count me out, I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)

Love when they think I ain't cool 'cause I'm sober ('Cause I'm sober)

You used to love when we was down, we was closer (Yeah, yeah)

But I stopped lovin' ever since I got fucked over

Ho, don't call me, I don't know ya

You gotta keep that same energy (Energy)

I'm not no regular entity (Woo)

I'm not your friend, I'm your enemy (Enemy)

I don't know what's gotten into me

Lately, I'm just feeling finicky

Lately, I just want the cake and the greatest amenities

Lately, I ain't got no sympathy, aim at the industry

This ain't the way that they pictured me, what's your identity?

I guess I'm linin' 'em up

I keep my nine in the trunk (Bang)

All of y'all niggas gon' bleed (Bleed)

Guess it's that time of the month

I done came up from the mud

They said I'd never be none, they said I'd never be rich

They said I'd never be anything, I told 'em get off my dick

Get away from me, if I was you, I'd watch what you say to me

Snakes all in my bed, wanna lay with me?

This ain't no motherfuckin' game, why you play with me?

Don't play with me, this the only thing

I love, I love, love, love, love

I love, don't play with me, this the only thing

I love, I love, love, love, love

I love...

I love days they say I couldn't eat when I fell (Yeah)

On the streets with no help (Word)

Money ain't everything (Woo)

Nigga, speak for yourself (Ayy)

Pawn shops every week (Week)

Scraping change, pay the bills (Yeah)

Rainy days, couldn't sleep (Word)

Now I sleep with my grills (Joyner)

I wanted to be like Hov (Woo)

I'm livin' la vida loc' (Loc')

Niggas wanna ride my wave (Woo)

You ain't never seen my boat (Splash)

Hit 'em with the Eastside smoke

I'ma kill everyone, I'm a G.I. Joe

Hiding my weapons all in my Levi's coat

If a nigga was pimpin', you'd probably be my ho (Woo)

I need some different opponents ('Ponents)

I think I live in the moment (Yeah)

I fuck my bitch in the morning (Joyner)

I take that shit when I want it (True)

All you new niggas be frontin'

You just be lyin', I keep it 300

Came up from nothin', I say what I want

And no, ain't no discussion, I aim and I bust it

Get away from me, if I was you, I'd watch what you say to me

Snakes all in my bed, wanna lay with me?

This ain't no motherfuckin' game, why you play with me?

Don't play with me, this the only thing

I love, I love, love, love, love

I love, don't play with me, this the only thing

I love, I love, love, love, love

I love...

Devil's Work lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Father forgive me

I'm staring at this bible as I keep glancing

Dear Lord, I got questions and I need answers

Tryna understand your vision, all I see is damage

Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping

A bunch of lost souls on their feet standing

We supposed to be your children I thought we family

You're supposed to be my father, bruh, I need answers

We don't need to die young, we just need chances

Tired of living on the edge so we keep scrambling

Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing

We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis

Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's planted

Everywhere I turn, I'm seeing emcees vanish

Lot of good niggas gone, I don't understand it

Lot of families lost and they seem stranded

I ain't trying to disrespect you, I just need answers

I know you're watching us from heaven thinking, "Who to save?"

Cherry pickin' who should go next and who should stay

I'd be on my way to heaven if I knew the way

And bring back every good nigga you choose to take

They say you never wrong but you done made a few mistakes

'Cause you taking the wrong niggas maybe you should trade

Trade us back all the real ones and remove the fakes

I think you should trade

Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!)

Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for good (Ooh!)

I been screaming thug life in every different hood (Thug life, thug life)

If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you would

Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us triple X

Take that nigga Trump with you, that's a bigger threat

There's too much power for a coward with no intellect

That's a bigot with a collar there's a disconnect

Nigga's dying, mama crying, grandma need a tissue

Nigga shootin' up a church, now I need a pistol

All them niggas still livin', you don't see the issue

But how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you?

I ain't tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you

I ain't tryna over step, just want to reason with you

Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you

Send them suckers straight to hell, they don't need a vigil

I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli

Give us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly

R.I.P. Lil Snupe give that boy his life back

Take Eric Holder give us Eric Wright back

I'm sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back

They say I'm on the wrong train, I know I'm on the right track (Yeah)

'Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was tryna fight back

Zimmerman walk around free, we don't like that (We don't like that)

Why you take our mothers from us?

Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us?

Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin'

Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us?

Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from us

This a fuckin' marathon but they runnin' from us

Now everybody got guns, nigga's up to something

And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or something

You know it's not fair, tell the truth, I've been in my feelings too

But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof

At least take James Holmes, I ain't even mad at that

Just bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back

Feds want me in the slammer, damn

Ain't no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan

Lord, if you listenin' I'm just lookin' for a hand to hand

Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam again

Drownin' in my tears, tryna pray for something

Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us

Wonder why you give us family and erase them from us

Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah)

Maybe I'm just probably tripping 'cause I need a hug (I need a hug)

The hood can't find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug)

Everybody and their momma tryna be a thug

I don't go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being judged

I've been starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed

Watchin' niggas follow trends like Simon says

I pray you give us back the real ones and try again

Or maybe take them niggas that deserve to die instead

Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensive

Laura Ingraham laughin' at death and disrespectin'

I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson

Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings

I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention

Cost too much to pay attention then it got expensive

Father forgive me for I know not what I do

And now I'm reachin' out to you, hopin' you hear me and return the message

I know that you got our back and that you're not against us

Or maybe you just love us so you doin' shit to test us

I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us

They say that the good die young and I ain't on the guest list

I've been drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my blood racin'

I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm just frustrated

I don't mean to question you, I'm just confused

I don't know what else to do, I've been patient and it sucks waiting

Took my mans from me, that forever hurts

But puttin' the blame on you, that'd never work

I know this ain't your fault, it's the devil's work

Devil's work

Lotto lyrics - Joyner Lucas

(Mally Mall)

It's my birthday, I'm 'bout to get lit-lit (Lit-lit)

Might blow a bag on the drip-drip (Drip)

Make it all back on a quick flip, ayy (Ayy)

I just need cake and a thick bitch, ayy (Ayy)

I ain't have much, just a wishlist (A wishlist)

Now the broke nigga doin' big shit (Big shit)

I got the gun lock, loaded, I'm ignite

So keep one eye open like Slick Rick (Brra, brra-brra)

I got the drip game, nigga, I'm the big mane (Big mane)

Switch lanes on 'em, hit the mid range (Mid range)

Keep the big strap on me like a hitman (Brra)

It go "click-clack, willow-wallow, bing bang" (Brr-brra)

I ain't never been shit, ain't shit changed (Shit changed)

But niggas get lame when you get fame (Brra)

Can't sleep at night 'til I get brains

Got a mean ass pipe and a dick game

I got a bitch on my sofa (Sofa)

I got a chip on my shoulder (Shoulder)

You gotta live with your karma

And if you get hurt then you got what you supposed to (Boom)

I got hitters all over (Over), told em' this is all over (All over)

I take the kids on drugs and line 'em all up and get 'em all sober (Woo)

I got a little check that I cashed out, ayy (Ayy)

Credit card maxed out, ayy (Ayy)

I get lit then I act out, ayy (Ayy)

I ain't wanna do it but I blacked out, ayy (Woo)

They say I need to be safe (Safe)

I think I need to be straight

Fix your vibes, you need to be laced

You just need God or you need to meet Mase

I left my bitch, maybe we just need space (Space)

I got gunners like Chris, like Niecey (Like me)

I got brothers like Tip, like Breezy (Like Breezy)

I got stunners like Wayne, like BG (Okay)

I got a hood bitch all about the bread

And she only give me head 'cause the bed too squeaky (Too squeak)

I'm too smart for a ho tryna G' me

A bitch be dumb if she ever try to leave me, word

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh, ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto (Bah)

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (Bah-bah)

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ayy)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

Why do I feel like Manson? (Oh-oh)

Smoke y'all niggas, I feel like I just got cancer, ayy (Ayy)

Murderin' streets, my anthem

All of y'all clowns is banter, ooh (Banter)

Still can't pull your pants up

Kidnap kids like Amber (Ayy)

Hold a lil' nigga for a ransom (Ooh)

I moved from the trap to the mansion (Mansion)

Went from the Uber to a Phantom (Word)

You niggas gassed up, don't amp em'

I've never been pretty, but my mom think I'm handsome (Yeah)

I hate niggas that flex on camera (Camera)

Lil' kids always tryna throw tantrums (Yeah)

All you motherfuckas dry like dandruff

You can get washed and I'll throw you in a hamper

I got a bitch on my sofa (Sofa)

I got a chip on my shoulder (Shoulder)

You gotta live with your karma

And if you get hurt then you got what you supposed to (Yeah)

I got hitters all over (All over), told em' this is all over (All over)

I take the kids on lean and get 'em all clean and give 'em all soda (Bah)

Watch how I do it, I demonstrate, ooh (Ooh)

I ain't gotta move, I renovate

I don't really pray, I meditate, yeah (Woah)

I ain't gotta jump, I levitate

Always on time, I'm never late (Ayy)

I was outside like every day

Tryna turn water into lemonade

Now I'm boo'd up like Ella Mai, I just wanna get away, woah (Oh)

You don't want war with a rich nigga (Rich nigga)

You should hit the gym, get a bit bigger (Oh)

I ain't got patience for bitch niggas (Oh)

Wrap you in the basement with Big Tigger (Big Tigger)

Your bitch is a thot, you had kids with her (Kids with her)

Your watch little lit, but my wrist litter (Ayy)

He thought he had a plan 'till the feds hit him (Ooh)

(He thought he had a plan 'till the feds hit him)

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh, ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto (Bah)

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (Bah-bah)

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ayy)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh)

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

Kevin (Skit) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

[Kevin Hart:]

Listen, Joyner what's up? Heard the song "Lotto" you just dropped, and I'ma tell you right now man, I'm not too impressed. I'll tell you why I'm not impressed, I'll tell you why. Because you still owe me money from a year ago, when your bitch ass cryin' about your Lamborghini you repossessed, until I came to the rescue, had to be asked, "Come save a hoe," to maintain, your lil' bitch ass, fake ass lifestyle. Now, if a year later, I still don't have my money and you're rapping about hittin' the lottery. Tell me, where the fuck do they do that shit at? I don't, I don't know. You think 'cause I'm 5"2' I can't box? I'm 5'4", I'll whoop your ass, swear to God. Picture your ass whooped by a munchkin. Let me tell you something, Joyner. I don't care how short I am, or what I sit on a rollercoaster at DisneyWorld, if I was you, I'd get back to me immediately, 'cause if you don't I'm gonna beat your ass with a Lil Uzi Vert album. I swear to God, ha, I swear to God. What are you, white? What the fuck is this, slavery? Rap 'rations? Still chase you down. Give me my shit!

Gold Mine lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)

Yeah, yeah

I don't trust niggas, I ride by myself, all I need is my strap and my armor (Buck, buck)

All I can see is these fuck niggas, it must be somethin' they put in the water (Buck, buck, buck)

I quit my job at McDonald's and built an empire and now I'm a gold mine (Hey)

Nothing was handed, I dreamed it, I did it, been wantin' this shit for my whole life (Buck, buck)

Move, move, move, get out the way, nigga bossed up (Buck)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, I just got laid, I'm gettin' sauced up

Ayy, ayy, ayy, gotta go up 'til I motherfuckin' lift-off

Wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-one, nigga, I can't believe I done made it this far (Hey)

You know you too lit when you stretchin' these bands

You know you on top when your enemies fans (Buck)

You know you too blessed when they think you a threat, tryna aim for your neck but I never be scared

Niggas on drugs, I was packin' all the work

Couldn't find a spot, we was trappin' out the church

Boost mobile phones, have me waitin' for the chirp

Fresh to death, I was waitin' for the hearse

Casket fresh, had the weight goin' crazy (Ooh)

Show up to your door like the Avon lady

I could be the GOAT but the hate won't save me

If niggas hate me, then they hate Tom Brady

Go against the grain, you gotta be brave

She don't like me, then she gotta be gay

To take me down, then you gotta be paid

There ain't enough money I gotta be paid (Woo, woo, woo)

I don't trust niggas, I ride by myself, all I need is my strap and my armor (Buck, buck)

All I can see is these fuck niggas, it must be somethin' they put in the water (Buck, buck, buck)

I quit my job at McDonald's and built an empire and now I'm a gold mine (Hey)

Nothing was handed, I dreamed it, I did it, been wantin' this shit for my whole life (Buck, buck)

Move, move, move, get out the way, nigga bossed up (Buck)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, I just got laid, I'm gettin' sauced up

Ayy, ayy, ayy, gotta go up 'til I motherfuckin' lift-off

Wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-one, nigga, I can't believe I done made it this far (Hey)

Can't touch me when I'm in my zone

Came too far to sell my soul

When you gon' give me the respect I'm owed?

When you gon' watch my dreams unfold?

When I'm on tour, I just wanna be home

When I'm at home, I just wanna be alone

Me and my niggas still share the same clothes

When you got brothers, man, anything goes

Pull a bitch hair like clickbait, ayy (Woo)

ADHD, can't see straight, ayy (Yeah)

Work a lil' job, I was still outside like, "Please will you listen to my mixtape, huh?"

Please will you listen to my mixtape, ayy?

Still can't listen what a bitch say, ayy

Niggas switched up, that's a mistake, ayy

Never thought I'd see this day, ayy (Buck, buck)

I don't trust niggas, I ride by myself, all I need is my strap and my armor (Buck, buck)

All I can see is these fuck niggas, it must be somethin' they put in the water (Buck, buck, buck)

I quit my job at McDonald's and built an empire and now I'm a gold mine (Hey)

Nothing was handed, I dreamed it, I did it, been wantin' this shit for my whole life (Buck, buck)

Move, move, move, get out the way, nigga bossed up (Buck)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, I just got laid, I'm gettin' sauced up

Ayy, ayy, ayy, gotta go up 'til I motherfuckin' lift-off

Wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-one, nigga, I can't believe I done made it this far (Hey)

Finally lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Chris Brown)

[Joyner Lucas:]

Got a hundred million things all on my mind

Every damn thing, new day, new fight

Always runnin' in and outta my life

Hell no (Hell no)

But I won't let you back in this time

I won't let you back in my mind (Yee)

I won't let you blame me this time

Hell no (Hell no, no)

[Chris Brown:]

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me

You do you, I'll do me

I don't mind it (No, no)

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me

You do you, I'll do me

And I like it

[Joyner Lucas:]

And they used to always tell me, "You ain't nothin' special" (Woo)

Dammit, he done took it to another level (Yeah)

I was patient, you was dangerous, I was young and mellow

Congratulations, you done turned me to a fuckin' rebel (Yeah)

Yeah, I've been peeped by how you move like some new luggage (New luggage)

Used to love you back when we were boo lovin' (Woo)

That was way before I seen ya fuckin' true colors (Yeah)

Always poppin' shit and I ain't even do nothin' (Joyner)

Tryna play me like we unofficial (Unofficial)

You got other issues (Other issues)

I done held you down when nobody fuckin' with you

Once you close a door, don't you let it fuckin' hit you

And I'd be lyin' if I told you I was gonna miss you

I ain't chasin' that (Nah)

I just made a stack (Stack)

I gave you the world, now I gotta take it back

I gave you the world, now I gotta fade it black (Oh, shit)

I lost it all, but I made it back

Got a hundred million things all on my mind

Every damn thing, new day, new fight

Always runnin' in and outta my life

Hell no (Hell no)

But I won't let you back in this time

I won't let you back in my mind (Yee)

I won't let you blame me this time

Hell no (Hell no, no)

[Chris Brown:]

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me

You do you, I'll do me

I don't mind it (No, no)

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me

You do you, I'll do me

And I like it (Ooh)

[Joyner Lucas:]

Okay, I'ma do me, you do what you gotta (Yeah)

I'll go where I want, ain't gotta tell you nada (Nope)

I been hustlin', I been cookin' up the Betty Crocker (Woo)

You been strugglin', you be chasin' after every dollar

And I used to be around, now I'm cold-blooded (Cold-blooded)

I'm just petty, I ben holdin' onto old grudges (Old grudges)

Oh, you think you know, but you don't know nothin' (Nah)

Oh, you opinionated, who you think you are? Joe Budden?

I still think you do the most though (Most though)

Now I'm ghost though (Ghost though)

I'm like, "Nigga, I still got my fuckin' mojo" (Mojo)

You love the drama, and I think you need your own show (Yeah)

If you call me, it's a no call, no show (No call)

Baby, I ain't chasin' that (Buck)

I just made a stack (Buck)

I gave you the world, now I gotta take it back (Take it back)

I gave you the world, now I gotta fade it black (Oh, shit)

I lost it all, but I made it back

[Joyner Lucas (Chris Brown):]

Got a hundred million things all on my mind

Every damn thing, new day, new fight

Always runnin' in and outta my life

Hell no (Hell no)

But I won't let you back in this time

I won't let you back in my mind (Yee)

I won't let you blame me this time

Hell no (Ooh, hell no)

[Chris Brown:]

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me

You do you, I'll do me

I don't mind it (No, finally)

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me (Ooh)

You do you, I'll do me

And I like it (Ooh)

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me

You do you, I'll do me (I, I)

I don't mind it (No, no)

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me (Ooh)

You do you, I'll do me (Do what you wanna)

And I like it

10 Bands lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Timbaland)

10 bands, 20 bands, she'll do anything for a couple grand

Never had no money but she love to dance (What)

I give all my money back to Uncle Sam

My ex bitch still want another chance (What)

Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again

I done came up, I'm the fuckin' man (What)

Me and Timbaland got other plans

You don't really know what you up against

But you know I'll always have the upper hand

You ain't never been through the struggle, man

Homemade grits in the oven pan

You don't run shit, you don't wanna dance (No)

Two shots, make 'em do the 'Running Man'

And they say love is a drug (Uh-huh)

Man, I swear I'll never take drugs again

Traded my bike for a hooptie (Hooptie)

Traded my hooptie for a Honda (Honda)

Traded my Honda for a Panther

I just got a crib in Wakanda (Wooh)

I never been into the drama (Drama)

Never been a fan of designer (Ugh)

All I really got is one wish (What's that?)

A one night stand with Madonna

Think I gotta hit 'em with the head bust

This is for them days when they made me ride the motherfuckin' spare bus (Uh-huh)

And this is for them days when my teachers told me I should go and sell drugs

Niggas went to jail, ain't nobody put the bail up

Shorty had the money but she went and got her hair done

Niggas hating on me, but I never really cared much (God damn)

10 bands, 20 bands, she'll do anything for a couple grand

Never had no money but she love to dance (What)

I give all my money back to Uncle Sam

My ex bitch still want another chance (What)

Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again

And they say love is a drug

I done brought the hitters out to play

I don't like you, you don't like me

Fuck it, let's get it out the way

What we gon' do? What it's gon' be?

I just got a million out the bank (Uh-huh)

Spoil my son, do what I please

Fuck what any nigga got to say (Uh-huh)

Lay in the sun, kick up my feet

I just might pull up in a mink (Mink)

Take my enemies out to drink (What)

Toss my weapons in the lake

Count up my blessings and I'm straight (Nah)

I think I might go on a date

Count all my dough in the safe, roll with the weight

Lookin' my soul in the face, they don't even know what to say

I just want

10 bands, 20 bands, she'll do anything for a couple grand

Never had no money but she love to dance (What)

I give all my money back to Uncle Sam

My ex bitch still want another chance (What)

Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again

Someone said love is a drug (Uh-huh)

Men lie, women lie, niggas lie, yeah

I'ma ride long as I'm alive, woah

Homicide, kill 'em like genocide (Yuh)

Get it on camera, televised (Woah)

ADHD, I identify (Ugh)

Look at my feelings, I'm civilized (Yeah)

Analyze and I might spend the night with a dyke

And the right bitch if I hit it right

I remember scraping up the quarters (Quarters)

Drinking from the sink to get some water

Tryna pay the rent, I couldn't afford it

Stressing made a nigga bi-polar (Uh-huh)

Washing machine out of order

Nigga had to hustle on the corner

Now, I'm back and forth from the border

Saving up hoes like a hoarder

10 bands, 20 bands, she'll do anything for a couple grand

Never had no money but she love to dance (What)

I give all my money back to Uncle Sam

My ex bitch still want another chance (What)

Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again

I done came up, I'm the fuckin' man (What)

Me and Timbaland got other plans

You don't really know what you up against

But you know I'll always have the upper hand

You ain't never been through the struggle, man

Homemade grits in the oven pan

You don't run shit, you don't wanna dance (No)

Two shots, make 'em do the 'Running Man'

Someone said love is a drug

I don't ever want to take drugs again

Revenge lyrics - Joyner Lucas

The more that I want, the more that I grind

The more that I shine, the more that I stride

The more that I stunt, the more that I cheat

The more that she leaves, the more that she cry

The harder to trust, the more that I lie

The more that she died, the more I realize

The more that I, the more that I

(Yeah, yeah)

The more that I try, the more that I want

The more that I grind, the more that I shine

The more that I stride, the more that I stunt

The more that I cheat, the more that she leaves

The more that she cry, the harder to trust

The more that I lie, the more that she dies

The more I realize I'm harder to love

I'm harder to—

I'm harder to teach, my heart is a beat

And I am a drum, I'm harder to keep

But harder to sleep

I'm scared of the dark, I'm not gonna run

I'm harder to break, but harder to make

You get in my way, I'm drawing my gun

I'm not gonna play, I'm not for the games

I'm not gonna change, put that on my son

Put that on my mom, put that on my sis

Put that on my bitch and all of my hoes

Put that on my team, put that on my G's

I say what I mean, you already know

Put that on my city, put that on my Bentley

I got me a beamer, I wanted a Rolls

Sip on some Henny and ride with the semi

All my niggas with me, I'm calling a toast

(Blah, blah, blah)

Callin' the plug, you callin' the cops

I call you a snitch, you holdin' a grudge

You callin' the judge, you say you a thug

I call you a bitch, I call you a ho

Don't call me your bro, don't call me no more

I call you a trick, I'm tired of the hate

I'm tired of the snakes, I'm tired of your face, you all on my dick

I wanted the fame, I wanted the name

I wanted a break, I wanted to love

I wanted the cake, I wanna be great

I wanted to change and all the above

You want me to fall, you want me to crawl

You want me to stall, they want me on drugs

You want me to fail, they want me in jail

They wantin' my soul, they wantin' my blood

I'm out for revenge, I'm out for the ends

I'm out for respect, I'm out for the crown

I'm out for the reign, they startin' to aim

I hopped in the plane, I'm not going down

I'm dodging the flames, they callin' my name

I wanna be saved but I don't know how

I thought I was saved, but I got a plan

Let's hold up the chopper and ride it around, woo

I roll up on 'em while you sleep (Ho), you gon' see

It's a fuckin' murder spree (Brrat, brrat), you gon' see

Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see

Don't you turn your back on me (Brrat, bah), you gon' see

Roll up on 'em while you sleep (Bah), catch a nigga slippin'

I might hit him with the (Bah, bah, bah), they gon' miss him

'Cause revenge feels sweet (Woo), you gon' see

Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see

Give me a pen, I don't even drink

But fuck it, I need some Henny and gin

Plenty of sins

I broke my bitch's heart, she'll never forgive me again

Where have you been?

I had to go find myself, I killed and buried my friends

I never could swim

I used to push some weight with niggas who been in the gym

Come step in my Timbs

You could not walk in my path, I never caught no cabs, I had to walk

Niggas was lost and sad, I never would call my dad

Fuck that nigga

I was depressed as fuck, mentally torn in half

Feelin' stuck

When it was hard to laugh, the music was all I had

Wish I could be out

I never got any clout, what's all the plottin' about?

They drownin' me out

Everyone callin' me out, nobody try to reach out

You proud of me now

Niggas will flip the script, I cannot live to quit

I don't wanna chill, I don't wanna get no flicks

Don't wanna rekindle shit

It's N-O-T, don't you flex on me

I do not get no sleep

I'm barely up, hope you ante up

Where the ammo be? You don't know me

I need my revenge, it ain't no more peace

I'm rollin' deep and I'm finna turn your block up into World War 3

I roll up on 'em while you sleep (Ho), you gon' see

It's a fuckin' murder spree (Brrat, brrat), you gon' see

Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see

Don't you turn your back on me (Brrat, bah), you gon' see

Roll up on 'em while you sleep (Bah), catch a nigga slippin'

I might hit him with the (Bah, bah, bah), they gon' miss him

'Cause revenge feels sweet (Woo), you gon' see

Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see

The older the berry, the sweeter the juice

Knew I could do it, I needed the proof

In order to lose, I needed to win

In order to win, I needed to choose

I needed to fall, I needed to move

I couldn't be safe, I couldn't be you

I'm coming for everything they said I couldn't

Including your plate and all of your food

I don't wanna do no E

Don't wanna drink, I don't wanna do no lean

I don't wanna move no keys

How you like me now? I'm too OG

I feel like Kool Moe Dee

Ain't gon' be no slatt, my whole team'll crack

I see no flat, never see no smacks

They left me the straps

I Tebow'd that, think I'm cursed again

Went to church, they sayin' I did a lot

Mama quit her job, she won't work again

I've been on top, got a mental block

And it hurts but then I bid and shop

And my bitch is fly, she a perfect ten

That's M-O-B, don't you flex on me

I do not get no sleep

I'm problematic and I gotta have it

Word to Ed OG, you don't know me

I need my revenge, no more peace

I'm rollin' deep and I'm finna turn your block up into World War 3

I roll up on 'em while you sleep (Ho), you gon' see

It's a fuckin' murder spree (Brrat, brrat), you gon' see

Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see

Don't you turn your back on me (Brrat, bah), you gon' see

Roll up on 'em while you sleep (Bah), catch a nigga slippin'

I might hit him with the (Bah, bah, bah), they gon' miss him

'Cause revenge feels sweet (Woo), you gon' see

Won't nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon' see

Comprehensive Evaluation (Skit) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

[Joyner's Doctor:]

Hey buddy, come in and have a seat. Your mom told me you didn't want to come in and see me today because of our last conversation. And I apologize, buddy, I really do. I shouldn't have lashed out like that. I was out of character. I mean, you're only eight years old. And I had no business talking to you that way. So I wanted to extend a very sincere apology to you. You think we can be friends and get over this?

[Child Joyner:]

I guess so...

[Joyner's Doctor:]

Thatta boy. And I promise from this day forward that if you don't act like a little fucking retard and piss me off again, I won't lash out like that. There's consequences for everything, Joyner. You act like a little prick, you get the mean doctor you don't wanna see. It's that simple. Now, mom tells me you don't like the prescription I gave you

[Child Joyner:]

Not really...

[Joyner's Doctor:]

Well, what if I told you that I had a prescription that you can't get at the pharmacy?

[Child Joyner:]

Like what?

[Joyner's Doctor:]

You ever used cocaine, Joyner?

[Child Joyner:]

What's that?

[Joyner's Doctor:]

How about lean?

[Child Joyner:]

I never heard of it

[Joyner's Doctor:]

Give me your backpack

[Child Joyner:]

Why?

[Joyner's Doctor:]

I'm going to put a few things in there for you, and I guarantee this will take all your ADHD away for good. How's that sound?

[Child Joyner:]

Um...

[Joyner's Doctor:]

It'll be our little secret

[Child Joyner:]

I'm not sure about this

[Joyner's Doctor:]

Don't tell mom. If you do, no more treatment for you

ADHD lyrics - Joyner Lucas

It kinda feels like I'm dyin' on the inside

It kinda feels like I been tryna get by

And I been this way since day one

I don't need no medication

No, I don't need no drugs

What? Maybe I'm different

And maybe my ADHD got me trippin'

And maybe I'm just everything that you missin', yeah

I feel like I'm dying inside

Why do I think crazy?

Someone save me

You can't blame me

It's my ADHD

Yeah, my mind racin', I been paranoid

Overthinking, maybe that's a void

Don't cut me off like I don't have a voice

I think I was born different

I ain't really have a choice, yeah

Counsellin' session, you a hour late

Don't play with me, today is not the day

Pay attention, I am no deranged

I could tell you what I'm thinkin'

I just don't know how to say it

Maybe I get on yo' nerves

I mean what I say

I been a man of my word

Yeah, I'm wide awake

Maybe a little disturbed

But that's just me

You don't bleed the blood I bleed

I wear my heart on my sleeve, nigga

And I been this way since day one

I don't need no medication

No, I don't need no drugs

What? Maybe I'm different

And maybe my ADHD got me trippin'

And maybe I'm just everything that you missin', yeah

I feel like I'm dying inside

Why do I think crazy?

Someone save me

You can't blame me

It's my ADHD

Yeah, it kinda feels like I'm dyin' on the inside

It kinda feels like I been tryna get by

Yippie, yippie, ya, yo

Yippie, ya, ya

Starin' at the fire, Kumbaya

I'ma take you higher, take you higher

So many things in my head

What am I thinkin'?

How come I can't go sleep in my bed?

I hear them talkin', everyone's tryin' to

Leave me for dead

'Cause they want me gone

This that shit I be on

Ain't no one to lean on

They know I been this way since day one

I don't need no medication

Or maybe I'm on one

Or maybe I'm different

And maybe my ADHD got me trippin'

And maybe I'm just everything that you missin', yeah

I feel like I'm dying inside

Why do I think crazy?

Someone save me

You can't blame me

It's my ADHD

Yeah, it kinda feels like I'm dyin' on the inside

Still Can't Love lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Fabolous & KING OSF)

[Joyner Lucas:]

She got a nice face, she got a nice body (Got a nice body)

I still can't love her, still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (Baby, I'm sorry)

I'll hold her down, if you don't got me, then I got me (Yeah, I got me)

It's over now, so please don't call me, please don't find me (Please don't find me)

Yeah, yeah, when I move on, you wanna stop me (Wanna stop me)

On everything, girl, I'm a king, I think I'm Rodney (I think I'm Rodney)

Ain't no fake love, only got real niggas around me (Real niggas around me)

And all you care about is drinkin', gettin' sloppy, you don't give a fuck about me

[King OSF (Joyner Lucas):]

She got a nice face, she got a nice body (She got a nice body, woo)

I still can't love her, I still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (Girl, I'm sorry, buck, buck)

When I'm off that Henny, I see double, feel like a zombie (Feel like a zombie, buck, buck)

But we still don't ever slip, no movin' sloppy (No movin' sloppy)

She wanna study all the tats all on my body (On my body)

Somebody told her that my middle name Muhammad (Buck, buck)

She thinkin' I'ma fake a love, say I ain't 'bout it (Buck, buck)

I told her, "Baby, watch your mouth, you better stop it" (You better stop, yeah, yeah)

[Joyner Lucas:]

All my life been sucker-free (Sucker-free)

That's absurd

None of these hoes are cuffin' me (Cuffin' me, ayy)

That's my word

And I heard money don't come from trees (Hey)

But you can't hustle me

Yeah, your ass look good in them jeans

That don't mean too much to me (Buck, buck, buck)

I need a lil' somethin' with a vibe (Vibe)

Lil' somethin' with drive

I know you wan' fuck all day

Might try and make love to your mind

I been tryin' get my mind right, ooh

These hoes ain't my type, ooh

She want that limelight, ooh

She'll do anything for a Klondike, ooh (Buck, buck)

What you gon' do for the pension? (Skrrt, skrrt)

Way too tempted

Tryin' get rich, get mentioned

She'll do anything for attention

She'll do anything for her interest

How did you get so senseless?

How did you get so foolish?

How did you get so clueless?

[King OSF:]

Pull up, I'm swervin', I'm whippin' it, car from the plug and it came with a brick in it (Brick in it)

She ain't had to tell me that she wanna fuck, I could see in her eyes she was diggin' it (Yeah)

She said she could try, but it ain't gon' work 'cause this just the life that was livin' in (Yeah)

She tell me she don't give a fuck 'bout my past, I told her, "Baby, mind your business"

[King OSF (Joyner Lucas):]

She got a nice face, she got a nice body (She got a nice body, woo)

I still can't love her, I still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (Girl, I'm sorry, buck, buck)

When I'm off that Henny, I see double, feel like a zombie (Feel like a zombie, buck, buck)

But we still don't ever slip, no movin' sloppy (No movin' sloppy)

She wanna study all the tats all on my body (On my body)

Somebody told her that my middle name Muhammad (Buck, buck)

She thinkin' I'ma fake a love, say I ain't 'bout it (Buck, buck)

I told her, "Baby, watch your mouth, you better stop it" (You better stop, yeah, yeah)

[Fabolous:]

It's like, it's like I still can't love

See, that's what real pain does

Oh yeah, I'm feelin' you, baby

But what I feel ain't love (Feel ain't love)

Yeah, I might tell you it's yours

But nah, I still ain't hers

And she just callin' you "daddy"

Ain't know what your real name was (Real name was)

Friends I feel changed up

And shit I still think of

Love got me mentally scarred

Still tryna heal things up (Heal things up)

We all started from the bottom, tryna build things up

But it's some dudes who love to hate and that's some real strange love

I know some real gangstas (Real gangstas)

Niggas who still slang drugs (Still slang drugs)

They got pills, can't bluff (Pills, can't bluff)

But they ain't got no love (Got no love)

And they ain't got no trust

'Cause those'll be your downfall (Downfall)

Bro says, "Shawty bad, why you ain't keep her 'round, dawg?" (Keep her 'round, dawg)

[Joyner Lucas:]

Shawty say she bad, bad, she a bad bitch (Bad)

She don't know the half, half, I'm a savage (Yeah, yeah)

I just put the cash bag on a mattress (Yeah)

I don't need it that bad, you can't have it (Have)

Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids, run it, oh God

Shawties did me dirty, now I got a cold heart (Yeah, yeah)

Booty on point, kinda hard to say no

But what you gon' bring to the fuckin' table?

[King OSF (Joyner Lucas):]

She got a nice face, she got a nice body (She got a nice body, woo)

I still can't love her, I still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (Girl, I'm sorry, buck, buck)

When I'm off that Henny, I see double, feel like a zombie (Feel like a zombie, buck, buck)

But we still don't ever slip, no movin' sloppy (No movin' sloppy)

She wanna study all the tats all on my body (On my body)

Somebody told her that my middle name Muhammad (Buck, buck)

She thinkin' I'ma fake a love, say I ain't 'bout it (Buck, buck)

I told her, "Baby, watch your mouth, you better stop it" (You better stop, yeah, yeah)

Will lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Hey

Will

Yeah

I'm feelin' like Will (Hey), I think I'm 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, come load up the film (Hey)

I got me some paper, hired a butler and got me a waiter (Woah)

I wanna get married, but none of my shorties remind me of Jada

Or maybe I'm just too afraid to settle, I wish I was plannin' it different

I think It's a phase, I'm very conditioned

I'm stuck in my ways and scared of commitment, I'm very conflicted (Ooh)

I got the drip and I'm saucy, ooh (Buck, buck, buck)

ADHD, I'm a bad boy

I think I might just pull up in the 'Rari, ooh

I might just skrrt up the Philly

They call me Big Willie, I think I'm Mike Lowrey, ooh

Ain't nothin' much you can tell me, I blew through a milli and threw me a party, ooh (Buck, buck)

I know I'm the one

Dammit, I made it, I look at my son

I feel like I'm dreamin', he truly a blessin'

I'm really elated, I pray that he grow up like Willow or Jaden

I know that he will

I hope he look up to me like we used to look up to Phil

I know that's it's real

I lay a brick at a time for somethin' I know I can build

I learn it from Will

I know ain't nothin' gon' set us back (Buck)

You take it from me, I get it back (Buck, buck)

Me and my homies forever strapped (Buck)

We roll up on 'em like Men in Black (Bah)

I blow your chest through your head and back (Yeah)

I think I done made a mess (Mess)

I'm in Cali with a vest (Hey)

That's the wild wild West (Yeah)

I told my homies I'm good with the labels

I don't need to sign the dots (Yeah)

They must not know me

They cannot control me 'cause I ain't no I, Robot (Hey)

Yeah, I grew up on a legend and I gotta show it

I learned a lot from him and I owe it

Homie's my idol and don't even know it, ooh

I'm feelin' like Will (Hey), I feel like a prince, I'm feelin' myself (Buck, buck)

I'm loaded with bills (Ooh) 'cause I wasn't blessed with no Uncle Phil (Blah)

Don't know how it feels (Feels), I wanted to flex, they told me to chill (Chill)

I'm makin' a flip (Flip), my life is a flick, now load up the film

I'm goin' back to Miami to meet with the cartel (Ooh-ooh)

All of you rappers be runnin' 'round tellin' shark tales (Hey-hey)

I was tryna make a flip when y'all was doin' cartwheels

The Pursuit of Happyness

I was rock bottom now I'm out spendin' large bills (Oh)

And I got a shorty who stuck in a bubble

But I'm still in love with her hustle (Ooh)

Her body bangin' but she don't stop talkin'

I wish that she come with a muzzle (Ooh)

I don't know if I'm in love with the pieces

Or I'm just in love with the puzzle (Hey)

But I had to leave her 'cause I know

These girls these days ain't nothin' but trouble (Nothin' but trouble)

I know I'm the one

Damn it, I made it, now look what I've done (Buck, buck, buck)

I feel like I'm dreamin', I count all my blessings

I'm really elated, I know I Am Legend or one in the makin'

I know that it's real

I hope they look up to me like we used to look up to Phil (Buck, buck, buck)

I know that you will

I lay a brick at a time for somethin' I know I can build (Buck, buck, buck)

That's how we leave an impression (Buck)

Yes, I believe in expression (Hey)

I got some secrets and weapons (Buck)

That might just leave a concussion (Ah)

Give me three wishes, I think I'm Aladdin

But there ain't no genie to bless us (Yeah)

I ain't had nothin' just me and heater at night

He be sleep on the dresser (Word)

I cannot fold, I hit all my goals, I did it with pride (Did it with pride)

Ain't nothin' worst than losin' your hero and couldn't say bye (Couldn't say bye)

And we never know just when it's our time

The legends are gone and we don't know why

So before they go, look here go a toast

So give 'em a rose while they still alive (Buck)

I'm feelin' like Will (Hey), I feel like a prince, I'm feelin' myself (Buck, buck)

I'm loaded with bills (Ooh) 'cause I wasn't blessed with no Uncle Phil (Blah)

Don't know how it feels (Feels), I wanted to flex, they told me to chill (Chill)

I'm makin' a flip (Flip), my life is a flick, mm

Broke And Stupid lyrics - Joyner Lucas

First, we're affected by what we know

When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes, that's the first thing I tell 'em

Get the information while you're here

Like nothing worse than being stupid when you get out of school

So get the information, being broke is bad

But being stupid is what's really bad

And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid

Uh, this the shit I dreamed about when I was only four

Sugar, water, mac and cheese, we were broke and poor (Yeah)

Court evictions, landlords never showed remorse

Now I'm in the building, when they greet me, they gon' hold the door (Yeah)

I never needed your acceptance, this is my destin'

I made devil's work and turned it into God's blessings

Can't knock me off the block, this is not Tetris

Life lessons, I learned tables turn, that's my assessment

They told me to be patient, but I need to flex (Woo)

I'm so famous, I can finally hit JAY-Z direct (Yeah)

I might hit up Drake and tell him to send me the jet (Shoo)

I might drink Cîroc with Puff if he send me a check (Word)

Lot of squares in my family, I could see the stress

Bunch of crabs in the bucket tryna eat my flesh

I ain't nothing like you niggas, I don't even rest

I don't sleep until I see success, I wish you the best (Joyner)

I ain't on no hating shit, I just wanna get rich (Word)

I don't do relationships, I don't wanna commit

Lot of bitches did me dirty, ain't talk to me since

And now I'm insecure, closed off, but that's hard to admit (Word)

I'm just thinking 'bout the days that were making me jealous

Can't rain on my parade when I'm made of umbrellas (Woo)

Fuck it, it don't faze me, I don't stay in my feelings

Thought money would change me, but it changed all my niggas (Facts)

I just bought a Lamborghini and painted the ceiling

I ain't bragging, I'm just happy I made me a million

ADHD, I was slow, now they label me brilliant

I'm proud of niggas like Hov, he made him a billion (Yeah)

I hope I never go broke tryna break through the ceilings

Fifty thousand on the low, I might make an appearance (Yeah)

This that shit that made them kids run away from they parents

Nigga, I'm breaking your spirit (Woo)

I told myself if I go out, then I'ma light my wrist (Boom)

If I die today, I'm happy for the life I live (Blah, blah)

And my son is only three, he be like, "Mama rich"

Told him go outside and play, just be inside by six (Ayy)

I done made my niggas proud, you ain't gotta love me

Give a fuck about your opinion, only God could judge me

I don't even write on paper, I just write on Tully (Woo)

I might hire an assistant, make her write it for me (Ayy)

This is me against the world, that's the mood I'm in (Goddamn)

Hop up out the fucking pussy like I'm new again (Woo)

I remember they was calling me a hooligan

In special education, I just might go back to school again, woah

Only hit it once, then I make her leave (Woo, woo)

We ain't cuddlin', I need some space to breathe (Woo, woo)

If she fuck me good, I let her stay 'til three (Woo, woo)

No, I'm not your man, but we can make believe

Okay, you got an ass, that don't mean a thing to me

Stop acting like a brat, bitch, I ain't Jermaine Dupri (Woo)

These pussy niggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' say to me

And they gon' beat me up, I told 'em that's some shit I'd pay to see

Stupid

And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid

Nothing much worse than that unless you're sick

Like sick, broke, and stupid, that's

About as far as you can fall unless you're ugly, right?

But surely that would be the ultimate, right?

The ultimate negative life, ugly, sick, broke, and stupid

I turned my life into a movie, bitch, I think I'm Rocky

I can't even wear my jewelry now, they think I'm cocky (Ayy, ayy)

I know that I got myself if I ain't got nobody

Just bought a pistol, I just hope that it ain't got no bodies

You gon' have to pay the price if you get wishy-washy (Woo)

This a Talladega Night, I think I'm Ricky Bobby

My advice, quit the music, get a different hobby

All you lil' niggas sound the same, just a different copy, woah

And I bow my head and pray for this (Woo, woo)

Yeah, I spilled my guts and made a mess (Woo, woo)

Shit, I ran on Mars and made a wish

Yeah, I stand on cars like Jaden Smith (Yeah)

And I ball so hard, I sprained my wrist

If I shoot it, then I ain't gon' miss

Loyal nigga, so I ain't gon' switch (Woo)

Blew my money at the strippy, it don't make no sense

Broke and stupid, shit'll never be the same again

And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid

508-507-2209 (2017)

Ultrasound lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Yo, wassup, this is Joyner, I'm unable to take your call right now, leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace

You know, you really piss me off sometimes

I spent all night waiting for you to come home

And I've woken up without you

I don't know where you are or why you are not answering your phone

But I'm starting to get worried

I really hope you're not pissing away the last of our money at the stupid casino again

Because you know my next check won't be here till the third and we literally have nothing right now

If you did go to the casino and you have more money then...

I guess...

Get the fuck off of my dick, hoe

'Fuck you mean?

I don't think you notice what you done to me (yeah)

Yeah I think you should know that you were under me

If anybody got a problem tell 'em they can come to me

What the fuck you mean? This is not allowed

Better calm it down

'Cause all you new niggas just watered down

I can see through you like a muthafuckin' ultrasound ooh

Okay be ready to hold up then

I'm ready to roll up on them, ready to mow them, make your motor spin

I'll blow the boat up then be gone and wonderin' what you noticing

A couple of hoes that I've been boning since a nigga was only ten

I'm tryina' to get all up in that pussy harder than my youngin' (wo)

You fallin' and you love it (yeah)

Can't stand the heat but you up all in the oven (sha)

I remember when I used to ball on a budget

(Hol' up) Now wait a minute

You finally got some paper couldn't wait to get it (ya)

And it don't really matter 'cause you're still lame

No matter how much cake you got, it wouldn't make a difference (don't matter)

I'm tired of all you rappers wantin' free verses

The fuck up outta here this how I make a livin'

(That's how I make a livin')

I dive up in that pussy like Jamaican niggas

I spend all of my dollars on some Laker tickets (yup)

I think if I die young they gon' miss me too

I think I'm a buy guns maybe empty too (bla bla bla)

I think I'm a sell drugs to the kids at school

I think I'm a get buzzed if it gets me through

I think I'm a need to hide if they know where I live (yeah)

I think I'm a drink and drive til' I total the whip (whoa)

I think I'm a get high give her all of the dick

Even if she ain't mine so she knows what it is, wait

(She know what it is)

Hold up though

I'm ready to roll up on them, ready to mow them, make your motor boat

I blow the boat up, then be gone, I'm wonderin' what you notice though

A couple of hoes that I've been boning since a nigga was on it though

My nigga what's your worst fear? I been running from the start

Scared to be a man, tryna hustle in the dark

Running down the stairs, gotta hustle every March

Eating supper, getting filled, watch it rumble in the Bronx

I slip inside into the puddle of your heart

Nigga I don't trust you plus you never play the part

I been living in the ghetto where the devils pray to God, nigga

I said

I been living in the ghetto where the devils pray to God, hold up

I been living in the-

Yeah

Look

Get the fuck off of my dick

Wait a minute (wait a minute)

I'm a fuck your bitch to let my neighbor hit it (neighbor hit it)

She told me "maybe we could go on a date"

I told her "no way, but we could say we did it"

I'm such a lost soul, even my mom knows

That's why she hate a nigga (hate a nigga)

I'm such an asshole, even Superman, couldn't save a nigga

(Joyner)

Get the fuck off-

Of my cock

Yo, wassup, this is Joyner, I'm unable to take your call right now, leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace

Lovely lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Fuck you doing in this motherfucker, huh?

Who sent you here?

Why you keep fronting like your friends are here?

Acting like you 'bout to be next this year

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

We done ate that shit

Funny how they told me to stack this year

Now a nigga get colder than central air

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

I need a massage

Where the gay bitches when I need a ménage?

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

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

I couldn't even get mine

Couldn't pull a fine chick to save my life

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

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

Real shit, believe it or not

The light skins love me like I'm Chico DeBarge

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

Time to wake niggas up, whoo!

Fuck you talking 'bout?

I be fronting to these hoes like I'm rich

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

You know it's always something bout the impressive ones

Working all week for my check to come

And I ain't make shit after taxes though

But it feel good not to stress so much

Know it's something coming in for now

And I can get my son a Nintendo now

Couple shirts and a damn Netflix account

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

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

But I got dreams I could live for now

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

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

I ain't got much, but I feel loved

Just be real love

Just be

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

Just be real love

Just be (ya ya ya)

I got work

I could split heads in a drive-by first

Blow your damn brains in your tie-dye shirt

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

I gave my CD to Bad Boy and I got curbed

So when you see Diddy, tell him I got words

My shrink keep telling me to calm my nerves

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

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

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

Try to cancel me like The Cosby Show

Until I put them hands on them like Rousey though

I got a hundred fans waiting in the lobby line

Taking shots like it's party time

Hands up, ain't nobody got to die

I just got four rings like the Audi sign

I just bought cocaine for a nigga to flip

Real shit, the bigger the brick

Now these hoes looking at the flick of the wrist

And I can take your girl out to chicken and shrimp

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

Word? Well, listen to this

I remember watching MTV Cribs

Thinking how the fuck all these wack niggas get rich

While I'm eating TV dinners

You know, the ones with the meat in them?

Pause, I kinda wonder what they see in them

Got laid off from a job it was seasonal, geez

I think I'ma need a hit for now

We all got dreams we could live for now

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

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

I ain't got much, but I feel loved

Just be real love

Just be-

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

Just be real love

Just be- (ya, ya, ya)

And I'm feeling way, way up

And I'm looking way, way up

And my bitches way, way up

They miss that ya, ya

And she want that ya, ya

And I got that ya, ya

And we on that ya, ya

'said I'm feeling way, way up

Hold up, pause

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

I wonder how much a pair of Pradas cost

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

Somebody getting robbed while this song is on

We just want cheese and the parmesan

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

And she gon' let me hit it with pajamas on

Yea why these niggas think I'm playing with them

Let the paper hit them

You be copying, that's plagiarism

I be laying, sitting, standing on a fucking hater

Kick him in the face

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

I got Sega Genesis

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

I'm hoping you wait a second

I'm broke and I pay the rent

I don't know how I freaking do it

I guess I don't really believe in losing

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

Hold up, stop

We was trying to win till they told us stop

The cops ran in trying to hold up spots

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

I'm pissed for now

I thought I had dreams I could live for now

They told me there was niggas doing worse than me

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

I ain't got much, but I feel loved

Just be real love

Just be-

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

Just be real love

Just be- (ya, ya, ya)

And I'm feeling way, way up

And I'm looking way, way up

And my bitches way, way up

They miss that ya, ya

And she want that ya, ya

And I got that ya, ya

And we on that ya, ya

'said I'm feeling way, way up

And I'm looking way, way up

And my bitches way, way up

They miss that ya, ya

And she want that ya, ya

And I got that ya, ya

And we on that ya, ya

'said I'm feeling way, way up

[Voicemail:]

Yo wassup, this is Joyner

I'm unable to take your call right now

Leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace

FYM lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Mystikal)

Picture me putting my city all over the map

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah)

They wasn't believers, I had to get even at math

(What, what, what, what)

Be coming, I'm pulling and jumping all over your grass

(Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, uh)

So tell all my bitches I got a new girl

Tell the police that I'm robbing the bank and I want all of my 50's in cash

Bitch, I'm tired of living, check to check

I need twenty models and some extra sex

Smiling in my grave, bitch I'm fresh to death

I've been drinking Wu-Tang with Inspectah Deck getting drunk (Skrt)

Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get off my chest

(Whoa, uh, uh, uh, yeah, damn)

I can admit I got lots on my list and you next (uh, uh)

Take it how you want it, I ain't famous like I want it

But I think I might just skrrt off, blow the speakers and turn up

Pop a bottle of Smirnoff, go to church with my shirt off

Tell the Lord that I'm here now, I've been waiting for so long

I've been patient for so long, breaking rules like there's no laws

And I did it for a long time

If you don't like me, take a ticket, there's a long line

Nice to meet me, hoe, I think the pleasure's all mine

Shit, they've been clocking me so long, I think they lost time

Ooh you lost your mind, nigga

Fuck you mean? Whoo! Hol' on

Goddamn it, nigga

Fuck you mean? Whoo!

And I don't trust a mothafucking soul

What the fuck you mean? Whoo!

Hol' up, whoa whoa whoa whoa

What the fuck you mean? Whoo! (Hol up now)

Look

Don't know what you thinkin', compare me to niggas is nothing

(Uh, uh, uh, what, what)

Adrenaline pumping and blood'll be leaking and running

(Word, word, yeah, yeah, uh)

Shit, I do what I do, I don't care if you like it or love it

(Nah, nah, uh, uh, Joyner)

Tell all of my bitches I got a new girl, wait

And tell the police that I'm robbing the bank and I want all my money in 100s

Bitch, I'm tired of living on the edge

I wanna sell drugs but they gon' call the feds

I just bought a brick and that shit cost an arm and leg

My momma told me, "Take it back and get a job instead"

(Where's your common sense, nigga?)

Me and the devil got too much in common, I swear

(Damn, uh, uh, damn, uh)

Born in the ghetto, I never had nothing to fear (nah, nah)

Take it how you want it, I ain't famous like I want it

So, I might just throw a hissy fit

Call up Cassie, ask her if she broke up with Diddy yet

I said shawty, if she's talking I ain't hitting it

Cause she gon' call her friends up and brag about the shit we did

Whoa, I ain't into pillow talking, go chop off your lips

If I ain't in your top ten, go dive off a bridge

My block boys got Glock fours that'll knock off your lid

I doubt you gon' pop off, so hop off my dick

Whoo!

Nigga, fuck you mean? Whoo!

Goddamn it, I said fuck you mean?!

Listen, I don't trust a muthafucking soul

Nigga, no, nigga, fuck you mean?!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

What the fuck you mean?!

You thought I was finished, you thought it was over?

You thought I retired, you thought I went fishing with Kobe?

Nigga, I'm still as the illest, considered as one of the coldest

Still-a pull apart in a rapper head like Moses, mm-hm

I'm throwback like I'm Motorola

But hoe, I'm cooler than a cup of yogurt

Black flag, Crip boy, truck soldier

I'm cool with drug lords and Ayatollah's

Rap god, cyclops and ogre

Bitch I'm King Kong, ain't nobody told ya?

Fuck you think bro still smoking?

Aww fuck it, I'm Bobby Brown, 'bout to go get loaded

Retarded Paul McCartney, bitch I'm rich

I'm Muhammad Ali, I talk shit

I'm James Brown, bout to tear down this bitch

I'm Michael Jackson, bitch I'm bad as bad gon' get (oww!)

Fuck you mean?

Yo wassup, this is Joyner

I'm unable to take your call right now

Leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace

Yo, this is the third time this week

That you failed to pick up your son, and I'm just so confused

Like I find it funny that you stay in the studio laying something down

Slanging mixtapes but you have yet to bring home diapers

And lay your kid down and go to sleep

On Snapchat talking 'bout, "Where's the plug?"

Like I'm sure he's at National Grid tryna cut my lights back on

Like "a dollar and a dream" ass career

And you can't even come home and give us a dollar for some fucking milk

I'm not doing this with you, keep it 100, my nigga

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