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All you a lie
Nigga, I ain't been a "yes" man
All you gonna die, you can get murdered on
I don't get tired; sweat a headband
You might alive,
that's 'cause you don't know you a dead man

This is God's plan, someone me
I've been here from Illuminati
Evil written on my body
Me and pull up in a red Ferrari
be trying to put your fucking arm around me
44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44
Carbon say you kamikazes
That's for
Mama,
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle,
This is not Versace, this is hot
This is Hiroshima, is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking humanoid
With plenty when I'm riding shotty
use your manners when you talk about me
Ain't too hard to me
I've been killing niggas, ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas sicker a strep throat
Spanish bitch that give me besos
must've forgot I was next up
Speed out your right after I clean out your
shit and then put All of your money in a escrow
what you saying, I'm not the one that you play with
I think really mistaken, I wasn't next up?
You thought wrong and you all gone, all
I just bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
P Diddy that I'm on one
I'ma beat it down with a
Pussy ate out, a PopCon
If I don't fuck with you, too bad (god damn)
Ho, you played out the thong song
Ain't no being bygones
I murder niggas when I buy guns
Ho, you get stretched like
This is my band, I'm
All I wanna do is just drop on
you cheerleadin' with the pom-poms
My Jamaica got socks on,
time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I the pressure
Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a
Peter Piper up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin' at the people, they to meet the Beretta
Better meet the metal, need a Fujita to measure
Put you deeper than what's deep of the sea of the
I've been scheming I'm creeping, like fifty feet to the Jetta
speed and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

508 all on my side, they ride, they gon' ride
Nigga, a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, I lied, bitch I lied
I ain't got no fucking job, this my life, this my,

All of y'all wishy and
All y'all my kids in a car
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 Tekashi
in the sand,
too time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan,
hope that God your hand, I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my that I said I'm back
on my G shit and I'm back to get even
I went on and got paid,
now I'm in the region, I let off this mac for no reason
You are now greatness,
I'm practically preaching and is the passion of Jesus
And all you motherfuckas are lacking
achievement, and I've just been laughing and
to business, I got mad intentions,
I ain't perfect, I done made some bad
But competition, I'm a savage winning
You can have the digits, I'm a
I don't see you niggas, I've lacking vision
been acting different, I've been acting distant
I'ma do some to bring me mad attention
You gon' do some shit send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just putting your feet in a fire
I think my gun got a on you,
boy, you 'bout to meet secret admirer
How you do shit you wanna do?
I do that shit just to me inspired
I used to hit it and leave when I
to, now I hit it and be sleepin' her, woo
up on 'em when I pull up on 'em,
put that motherfucking smoke up on 'em with that holy
Joyner Lucas, I'm a mona leader motor runnin'
Man, too many niggas know about it, but I about it
about it to the Lord about it in the morning,
but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and I'ma 'em out
I ain't that you could talk about, you better calm it down
Don't be give me the
runaround, shut 'em down god damn, wait

508 all on my side, they gon' ride, gon' ride
this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied
I ain't got no job, this my life, this my

This is God's plan, someone me
I was sent here Illuminati
Evil written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red
be tryna put your fucking arm around me
Bring the drama, it ain't to find me
This a lucid dream, a out-of-body
UFO flying I'm riding shotty
I'm a ninja, pull up on a
187 on the cops me
is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I'm Mahatma in a Maserati, god damn
Now call me
Plenty hammers when I'm riding
Better use manners when you talk about me
It ain't hard to me, motherfucker
My Joyner