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

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

Room full of and I might get choosy
excuse me
All of my are carefully planned
Don't play with me, I'm a man
I put your on my family plan
My lookin' like Fantasy Land
I bought a beach with Canada sand
All of my moves are planned
I'm two steps ahead like Nigerian (Word)
Now mе the Benz
You in the crib and I'm with the fans
My got titties like Pamela And'
And she wanna fuck in a van
I'm 'bout to to a psycho
You 'bout to see my true like Michael

I'm 'bout to pick niggas up a rifle
I lit niggas up but I might though
I'm a cool but I can get spiteful
I'm 'bouta this shit up like a typo
You do not know me, no, we related
And we ain't got mutual friends that I know
I don't wanna be acquainted
Every I ever been with told me I'm heartless
I trust a single motherfucker, I'm cautious
I can never win, want 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 much opportunity to come up in
I was fucking exhausted, I was done 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 all cops
'Til they all stop, and sparkin' all Glocks
'Til my heart stops at ten breaths
I benchpress any fuck 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 to feel, to feel free?
I learned from God, whatever will, just be
I bet you prolly kill, to kill me
The cops who killed Breonna Taylor free
And George prolly kill to still breathe
How many black did they kill to kill me?
I protest but we still feel no peace
I hear no relief, I still don't feel
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 nines, so we play duck, duck, goose
Better up, move 'fore I bump rush
Niggas get lumped up too, I'm in a fucked up
I don't even trust me, why the fuck you?
deep 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 been sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in
I build the then upped the event
Please don't compare me to of these scrams
I'm buildin' my brand, you in the ground
I took and stuck to the plan (Joyner)
Fuck is you

gucci? (Joyner)

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