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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
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
sh*ttin' on n***as when they really should get out more
Four times for the days I would hold back (Woo!)
Five times for the b*t*hes who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to (Brap, brap, brap)
Kidnap a n***a like ISIS (Whoa)
Turn a 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)
And my whole life, I been lifeless
Now I'm so fly, I'm a motherf**kin' flight risk (Woo! Whoa)
f**k a couple hoes 'til I pass out (Whoa)
n***as 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)
Errybody dissin' just to have clout (Whoa)
Thought you had a chance, now you assed out
n***a, I'm the motherf**kin' man, where you at now? (Whoa)
f**k 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, meet the devil
I'm his cousin, I ain't settlin' for nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)
Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi when I'm bussin'
n***as duckin' (Bop)
Even Stevie Wonder couldn't 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, n***a
How you gon' move on the front line? (Woo!)
If I don't f**k with you, I just cut ties (Whoa)
My high school teacher said I'd never be sh*t
Tell that b*t*h 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
One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for them b*t*hes in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherf**kin' outlaw
Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo!)
Five times for the b*t*hes who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to (Brap, brap, brap)
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 motherf**kers on a beat, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Nah, nah, what's beef?
Beef is brothers dyin' over sh*t 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
f**k around and you don't wanna start sh*t, woo
Comin' with the hot sh*t, all they do is talk sh*t
You could never top it, boy, just stop, stop it
High and drunk, call that HD vision
All these other motherf**kers 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 sh*t (Body this sh*t)
Yes, it's egregious, I'm Regis
You Kelly, you pu**y, you pu**y
Don't push me, I'm Louis Vuitton
You at Target with your mom
On the internet still hatin' on my last post (I hate this n***a)
I just sent 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 sh*t
Rattpack, clap back on the gang sh*t
Do it for the love of rap, not for the fame sh*t, 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 f**kin' b*st*rd
Five times Platinum with my last sh*t
Six times for the beats and the rhymes
f**k the heat and the crime
Keep the peace like a waistline, woo
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS

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