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

Guaranteed won't 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 like Fantasy Land
I bought a beach with Canada sand
All of my moves are planned
I'm two steps like Nigerian scams (Word)
Now hand mе the
You in the crib and I'm with the fans
My bitch got titties Pamela And'
And she wanna fuck in a van
I'm 'bout to turn to a
You 'bout to see my true like Michael

I'm 'bout to pick niggas up a rifle
I never lit up but I might though
I'm a nigga but I can get spiteful
I'm 'bouta fuck shit up like a typo
You do not know me, no, we ain't
And we ain't got mutual that I might know
I don't wanna be regardless
Every bitch I been with told me I'm heartless
I don't trust a single motherfucker, I'm
I can win, they want me up in a coffin
Way I started winnin', had a couple of losses
Had to a livin' out my mother's apartment
Wasn't too much to come up in Boston
I was fucking exhausted, I was with the talkin'
I was odd jobs, had me stuck in the office

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

Got a fucked up head with some up screws
Bitch, please don't put me in a fucked up
Got twin nines, so we duck, duck, goose
Better jump up, move I bump rush
get lumped up too, I'm in a fucked up mood
I don't even trust me, why the fuck you?
Three in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two, nigga
I'm the fam
Bitch, you a pig, I fuck with no ham
All y'all sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in
I build the label then the event
Please don't compare me to of these scrams
I'm buildin' my brand, you stuck in the
I took advantage and stuck to the (Joyner)
is you sayin'?

What's (Joyner)

Boston bitch, she (Yeah, yeah)
Look, you
niggas, You don't like me? Shoot me
And if you don't wanna me, sue me
niggas won't like the new me (They won't)
This feel a Spike Lee movie
gucci?