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Joyner Lucas

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    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 mе and say: Daddy, look, you are the best
    Need to find a nеw 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 sa: 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

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

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