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Whoa,
Joyner,
Joyner,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah
I
done did
a lot of
things
in my day
I
admit
it
I don't
take back
what
I
say
if
I
said
it
then
I
meant
it
All
my
life
I
want
a
Grammy
but
I'll
prolly
never
get it
I
ain't never
had
no
trophy
or
no
motherfuckin'
ribbon
Fuck
the
system,
I'm
that
nigga,
bend
the
law,
cut
the
rules
I'm about to
risk it all
I ain't got
too much
to lose
Y'all
been eatin'
long enough
it's
my turn
to
cut the food
Pass
the
plate!
Where
my
drink?
This
my
day
lucky you
Fuck you
too
Y'all
gotta move
y'all
gotta move
y'all
gotta move
Give
me
some room
give
me
some room
give
me
the juice
Hop out
the
coupe
hop out
the
coupe
hop out
and
shoot
Y'all
gotta move
y'all
gotta move
give
me
the juice
Back on
my
bullshit,
my
back to the wall
Turn my back on
you all
of
you
finished
Back to
these
bullets
it's
back to
the
job
Pull
my
MAC
out
and
all of you
runnin'
Back on
my
hood shit
it's
back to
the
pushin'
These
packs
and
I'm
actually
pumpin'
Can't fuck with
you
rappers,
you
practically
suckin'
You
mighta went
platinum
but
that don't mean nothin'
I'm
actually
buzzin'
this time
Straight out
the
kitchen
I
told
'em
the
oven
is
mine
I
do not
fuck with
you guys
If
I don't
kill
you
just know
you gonna
suffer
this time
I
ain't no
gangster
but
I got
some
bangers
Some
chains
and
some
blades
and
a couple of
knives
Choppers
and
jammies
a
partridge
a
pear tree
My
twelve
days
of
Christmas
was
nothin' but
lies
I
run at
you
hard
like
a
sumo
They
say
I
talk
like
a
chulo
I
live
in
Mars
I'm not
Bruno
Bitch
I'm
a
dog,
call
me
Cujo
You
play your cards
I
reverse on you
all
And
I
might just
drop
4
like
a
Uno
Cállate
boca
mejor,
maricón,
little
puto,
and
all of you
culo
They've
invented
a
level off
in
the
ghetto
to
ghetto
Lookin' for
somethin'
I
prolly
can never
find
now
Shit
get
relevant
until
the
beef
die down
In truth
a
nigga
just
really
want
me
tied down
I've been
alone
and
I
never
needed nobody
Just
only
me
and
my
shotty
I'll
tell
these
niggas
to
lie down
Keep
all
the
money
I
never
wanted
the
lifestyle
I
just
pray
to
God
that
my
son'll
be alright
now
I
said
ain't no
love
for
the other side
Or
anyone
who
ever
want smoke
When
I
die
I'm going out
as
the
underdog
who
never
lost hope
You
in
the
wrong
cab
down
the
wrong
path
Nigga,
wrong
way,
wrong
road
Snakes in the grass
tryna
slither
fast
I
just bought
a
fuckin'
lawn mower
I
done said
a lotta
things
in my day
I
admit
it
This
is
payback
in a way
I
regret
it
that
I
did
it
I done won
a couple
Grammys
but
I
sold my soul
to get 'em
Wasn't
in it for
the
trophies,
just
the
fuckin'
recognition
Fuck's
the
difference?
I'm
that
cracker,
bend
the
law,
fuck
the
rules
Man
I used to
risk it all
now
I got
too much
to lose
I
been eatin'
long enough
man
my
stomach
should
be
full
I
just ate
licked
the
plate
my
buffet
lucky me
Fuck you
think?
Hold on
a
minute
Are
they
doing
everything
we
do?
Bro,
they
been doing
everything
we
been doin'
since
the whole shit
They
been
copying
me
all
day,
watch
this
Yeah,
watch
this
See
Here,
watch
No
shit!,
yeah
heh
Fuck it
I got
a couple of
mansions
Still
I don't
have
any
manners
You
got
a couple of
ghost writers
But
to
these
kids
it
don't
actually
matter
They're
askin'
me,
'What
the
fuck
happened to
hip-hop?'
I
said
'I
don't have any
answers'
'Cause
I
took an l
when
I
dropped
my
last
album
It
hurt
me
like hell
but
I'm back on
these
rappers
And
actually
comin'
from
humble
beginnings
I'm
somewhat
uncomfortable
winning
feeling'
I
could
say
'What
a
wonderful
feeling!'
'
We're
on the upswing
like
we're
punchin'
the
ceiling!'
But
nothin'
is
feeling like
anyone
has
any
fuckin'
ability
To
even
stick to
a
subject
it's
killin' me
The
inability
to pen
humility
Hatata
batata,
why don't we
make
a bunch of
Fuckin'
songs
about
nothin'
and
mumble
'em!
Fuck it
I'm
going for the jugular
Shit
is
a
circus,
you
clowns
that
are
comin' up
Don't
give
an ounce of
a
motherfuck
About
the ones
that
were
here
before
you
that
made rap
Let's
recap
way back
MC's
that
wreak havoc
on
tape decks
ADATs
where
the
G
Raps
and
Kanes
at
?
We
need
3 stacks
ASAP
and
bring Masta Ace back
'cause
half
of
these
rappers
have
brain damage
All
the
lean
rappin'
face
tats
syruped out
like
tree
sap
I don't
hate
trap
and
I don't
wanna
seem
mad
But
in fact
where
the
old
me
at?
The same cat
That
would
take
that
feed-back
and
aim back
I
need
that
But
I
think
it's
inevitable
They
know
what
button
to press
or
what
lever
to pull
To
get me to snap
though
And
if
I'm
payin' attention
I'm
probably
makin' it bigger
But
you've been takin'
ya
dicks
in
the
fuckin'
back,
ho
On the brink
any minute
got me thinking
of
finishin'
Everything
with
acetaminophen
and
reapin' the benefits
I'm
asleep at the wheel
again
As
I
peak into
thinking
about
an
evil
intent
Of
another
beat
I'ma
kill
again
'Cause
even if
I
gotta
end up
eatin'
a
pill
again
Even
ketamine
or
methamphetamine
with
the
minithin
It better be
at least
70
to
300
milligram
And
I
might as well
'cause
I'ma
end up
bein'
a
villain
again
Levels
to
this
shit,
I got
an
elevator
You
could
never
say
to
me
I'm not
a
fuckin'
record breaker
I
sound
like
a broken record
every time
I
break a record
Nobody
could
ever
take away
the
legacy
I
made
I
never
cater
Motherfucker
now
I got
a
right
to be
this way
I got
spite
inside
my
DNA
But
I
wrote
'til
the wheels fall off
I'm
working
tirelessly
ayy
It's
the
moment
y'all
been waitin' for
Like
California
wishin'
rain
would pour
In
that
drought,
y'all
been prayin' for
My
downfall
from
the
8 Mile
to
the
Southpaw
Still
the
same
Marshall,
that
outlaw
That
they
say
as
a
writer
might've
fell off
I'm back on
that
bull
like
the
cowboys
So
y'all
gotta move
y'all
gotta move
y'all
gotta move
Give
me
some room
give
me
some room
give
me
the juice
Hop out
the
coupe
hop out
the
coupe
hop out
and
shoot
Y'all
gotta move
y'all
gotta move
give
me
the juice