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

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

Room full of hoes and I get choosy
Please me
All of my moves are planned
play with me, I'm a family man
I put bitch on my family plan
My mansion lookin' like Land
I bought a beach 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 the fans
My bitch got titties Pamela And'
And she fuck in a janitor's van
I'm 'bout to to a psycho
You to see my true colors like Michael

I'm 'bout to pick niggas up with a
I never lit niggas up but I might
I'm a cool nigga but I can get
I'm 'bouta fuck this up like a typo
You do not know me, no, we related
And we got mutual friends that I might know
I wanna be acquainted regardless
Every bitch I ever been with told me I'm
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 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 done the talkin'
I was odd jobs, had me stuck in the office

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

Got a fucked up head with some fucked up
Bitch, please don't put me in a up mood
Got nines, so we play duck, duck, goose
Better jump up, 'fore I bump rush
Niggas get lumped up too, I'm in a fucked up
I don't trust me, why the fuck trust 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
don't compare me to none of these scrams
I'm my brand, you stuck in the ground
I took advantage and stuck to the (Joyner)
is you sayin'?

What's (Joyner)

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