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What's (Joyner)
Boston bitch, she (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you
Told niggas, You don't me? Shoot me
And if you wanna fight me, sue me

Guaranteed niggas like the new me
feel like a Spike Lee movie

Room full of hoes and I get choosy
excuse me
All of my moves are planned
Don't play with me, I'm a man
I put your bitch on my plan
My mansion lookin' like Fantasy
I bought a with some Canada sand
All of my are carefully planned
I'm two steps ahead like scams (Word)
Now mе the Benz
You in the crib and I'm hеre with the
My bitch got like Pamela And'
And she wanna in a janitor's van
I'm 'bout to to a psycho
You 'bout to see my true colors like

I'm 'bout to niggas up with a rifle
I never lit niggas up but I might
I'm a cool nigga but I can get
I'm 'bouta fuck this shit up a typo
You do not me, no, we ain't related
And we ain't got mutual friends that I know
I don't be acquainted regardless
bitch I ever been with told me I'm heartless
I trust a single motherfucker, I'm cautious
I can never win, they want me up in a
Way I started winnin', had a couple of losses
Had to make a livin' out my apartment
too much opportunity to come up in Boston
I was exhausted, I was done with the talkin'
I was workin' odd jobs, had me in the office

On God, I was outside runnin' and nonstop
On a dark block, duckin' and dodgin' all
'Til all stop, buckin' and sparkin' all Glocks
'Til my heart stops at ten breaths
I any fuck nigga relentless
I dead, I ain't put you niggas to bed yet
The bed wet, this a wet dream of wet sex wit'
Why am I not allowed to feel, to feel
I from God, whatever will, just will be
I bet you wanna kill, to kill me
The cops who killed Taylor still free
And George Floyd'd kill to still breathe
How many black lives did they kill to me?
I protest but we feel no real peace
I hear no relief, I still feel free
And man I hate up rules

Got a fucked up head with fucked up screws
Bitch, don't put me in a fucked up mood
Got twin nines, so we play duck, duck,
Better jump up, move 'fore I rush
Niggas get lumped up too, I'm in a fucked up
I don't even me, why the fuck trust you?
deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, nigga
I'm the fam
Bitch, you a pig, I don't with no ham
All y'all sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in
I the label then upped the event
don't compare me to none of these scrams
I'm buildin' my brand, you stuck in the
I took and stuck to the plan (Joyner)
is you sayin'?

What's (Joyner)

bitch, she bougie (Yeah, yeah)
Look, you
Told niggas, You like me? Shoot me
And if you wanna fight me, sue me
niggas won't like the new me (They won't)
This feel like a Lee movie
What's