Joyner, Joyner

Niggas say they don't like me (uh), I don't blame you (whoa)
If I was one of y'all niggas, I'd hate me too
My mansion (what) got a lake view (lake)
With some naked-ass hoes on my eight feet pool
Ain't too much that I can't do
We done made a whole lot, if you need to hate, bitch
Put a ticket on your top like a meter maid, bitch
Niggas waitin' for the drop like GTA 6, let's go

I've been on the paper chase to get it, the race are whippin'
The shit that made 'em hate me different
The basement livin' done turn me to a ragin' cynic
A major critic who lookin' for a place to fit in
I'm pacin' with it, awake, but I'm way too different
To wait like I play some niggas with patience in 'em
I know I gotta stay committed to paint the picture
Before I start a race with niggas who can't see different
Infatuated with guns, but I'm agitated
Then aggravated, the drugs got me activated
The industry been on my back and they mad I made it
I'll probably be another rapper assassinated
I never been a rat, never seen no affidavit
Before I tell on anyone, I be decapitated
Capacitated, then fuck like I masturbated
Ejaculated, emasculated
And they all know they back on my bag with a motherfuckin' sawed off
They been prayin' on my fall off
Game on lock, but a nigga never logged off
Runnin' from the cops, they don't wanna call the dogs off
I done came up, now I'm eatin' like a mob boss
I show you how to ball off
Yeah, I got a bitch, put them hoes in my call log
Wanna get the dick 'til the dick take her walls off
I was in the trap with a pack and the mask
Now I'm in the booth with a MAC and the gas
If she ain't my type, put her back in stash
I ain't tryna wife, I just smash it and dash
I came too far to go back in the past (yeah)
Back to the block where they left me
Over my meds and you 'bout to get your head beat
Kill or be dead, now they callin' me a deadbeat, bitch

Whoa
If I was one of y'all niggas, I'd hate me too
My mansion (ayy) got a lake view (lake)
Couple milli' in the bank just to make these moves
Ain't too much that I can't do
We done made a whole lot, if you need to hate, bitch
Put a ticket on your top like a meter maid, bitch
Niggas waitin' for the drop like GTA 6, let's go

Got a bad one sittin' in the front (uh)
She ain't my bitch, but I hit her when I want (yeah)
I don't give a fuck about a Richard Mille watch
I bought a whole block just to give it to my sons
They said I couldn't do it, but I did it more than once (more than once)
Now the price goin' real dumb
Certified nigga, they don't know that I'm a real one
If you don't like me, then you probably like Lil Pump (esskeetit)
Niggas know that I be wildin' with it
I'm independent and niggas wonderin' how I did it
I took the pen and then wrote a million miles per minute
Then made a couple million and bought a few houses with it
Was bound to get it, I found with the crowd invented
The viler villain that everybody vowed to kill
The smile was grippin' the gas, went and doused me in it
May God be with him and God knows I'm godly with it
My nigga, can't nobody tell me I'm not him, on the top ten
Even God be like, "Goddamn," when I'm locked in (boom)
Got a feeling niggas is watchin' what I'm drivin'
Ain't nobody keepin' me boxed in, I got plans
Open up the window and pop in, with a Glock-10
Aim it at a hater, then pop, blam, you drop dead
This the type of shit that they blocking, but I got wins
Now the industry is on my head

They say they don't like me (what), I don't blame you (ayy)
If I was one of y'all niggas, I'd hate me too
My mansion (what) got a lake view (lake)
Couple bad-ass hoes on my eight feet pool
Ain't too much that I can't do
We done made a whole lot, if you need to hate, bitch
Put a ticket on your top like a meter maid, bitch
Niggas waitin' for the drop like GTA 6, let's go Writer/s: Gary Lucas
Publisher: Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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