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Whoo! Some n***as want to kill me I don't care if y'all feel me I'm a motherf**kin rider A hundred teeth bites to your 23 strikes Ima mothaf**kin tiger I used to grip hammers now I carry Nick Cannons like I wanna f*** Mariah Your talkin bout bands but your hoppin out the van yous a motherf**kin liar Trappin on the block with a choppa in the car but I never got caught You heard all about me couple n***as try to out me but they never got far Shares to the dre's couple shots to the face and the rest is all yours Don't smile at my face with your drills at your face like a n***a Paul Walsh Got shooters and them n***as all talk Jail posed with a cellphone and my n***as all call Few problems that I'm never gon solve Couple bad b*t*hes with some kids so I never go raw swear to God that I never go hard Drunk s*x on a rollercoaster b*t*h you better hold on- and my Cadillac really so soft sh*t Ima die in the booth till the heavens gon call Who the f**k you think you f**kin with I'm Joyner- trappin inna corner gettin high but I ain't have no marijuana Make a n***a wanna die from paranoia Take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you- n***a drownin and ain't gettin out the water Double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter I don't even think you need to have a lawyer Order in the court I'm the judge b*t*h you gettin outta order motherf**ka And I ain't finna show you where the drugs at- f**k rap I ain't give a f**k about a crush back- trust that Pull my d**k out and just make her suck that- bust that Hoes that who see me give you a nut bath- scrub that Feel like I'm ready to go above cats- up that Over your rims and under your hubcaps- puff that Smokin some sh*t that get you a come bat' sc*mbag Imma submit em sick of them dumb rats Yeah I'm finna show you where the loves at- f**k rap I ain't give a f**k about a dumb stack- trust that Gucci and Fendi and where the sun's at- bust that sh*t that you speakin and give you a bloodbath- scrub that I'm more than ready to go above cats- up that Over your head and under your suncaps- puff that Spit at and kick you n***as and punt that like.. like spit Don't your hear the drums hittin on the 808 I used to get a couple b*t*hes that'd pay to play Never really had sh*t but I mad a way- and all I gave em was some hard d**k and some gatorade pu**y young and I'm doin what I had to do Back when I was just a n***a with an attitude Grandma told me rap music ain't an avenue so I went hard and now I'm flyin like a parachute Joyner Lucas give a million with the man ho Workin so hard I forgot to change clothes Kickas hella soft rappers with the same flow- and all there f**kin heads cotton candy and some rainbows Hold up- who you think you is? Imma go hard no matter who you say you is I ain't for the small talk big can put the strap and I'm to busy for distractions don't be asking me no questions n***a mind yo f**kin business They askin me questions- like Are you Joyner? From paranoia? Put a tractor.. nih n***as drownin and ain't gettin out the water tryna.. tryna get to have a quarter I don't even think you really have a lawyer Order in the court I'm the judge b***h you gettin out of order Who the f**k you think you f**kin with I'm Joyner Trappin in the corner gettin high but I ain't have no marijuana Make a n***a wanna die from paranoia Take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you n***a drownin and ain't gettin out the water Double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter I don't even think you need to have a lawyer Order in the court I'm the judge b*t*h you gettin out of order motherf**ka
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