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

Guaranteed niggas won't the new me
feel like a Spike Lee movie

Room full of hoes and I might get
excuse me
All of my moves are carefully
play with me, I'm a family man
I put your bitch on my plan
My mansion lookin' Fantasy Land
I bought a beach some Canada sand
All of my moves are carefully
I'm two ahead like Nigerian scams (Word)
Now hand mе the
You in the and I'm hеre with the fans
My bitch got titties Pamela And'
And she wanna in a janitor's van
I'm to turn to a psycho
You 'bout to see my colors like Michael

I'm 'bout to pick niggas up a rifle
I never lit up but I might though
I'm a cool but I can get spiteful
I'm 'bouta fuck this shit up a typo
You do not know me, no, we related
And we ain't got friends that I might know
I wanna be acquainted regardless
Every bitch I been with told me I'm heartless
I trust a single motherfucker, I'm cautious
I can never win, they me up in a coffin
Way before I started winnin', had a couple of
Had to make a livin' out my mother's
Wasn't too opportunity 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 runnin' and walkin' nonstop
On a dark block, duckin' and dodgin' all
'Til they all stop, buckin' and all Glocks
'Til my heart stops workin' at ten
I benchpress any fuck nigga
I been dead, I 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, will, just will be
I bet you wanna kill, to kill me
The cops who killed Breonna Taylor still
And George prolly kill to still breathe
How many black lives did they kill to me?
I protest but we still feel no real
I hear no relief, I don't feel free
And man I fucked up rules

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

What's (Joyner)

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