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

Room of hoes and I might get choosy
Please 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 carefully
I'm two steps ahead like Nigerian (Word)
Now hand mе the
You in the crib and I'm hеre with the
My bitch got titties like Pamela
And she wanna in a janitor's van
I'm 'bout to turn to a
You 'bout to see my true colors Michael

I'm 'bout to pick up with a rifle
I lit niggas up but I might though
I'm a nigga but I can get spiteful
I'm fuck this shit up like a typo
You do not know me, no, we related
And we ain't got mutual that I might know
I don't wanna be regardless
Every bitch I ever been with me I'm heartless
I don't trust a single motherfucker, I'm
I can win, they want 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 opportunity to come up in Boston
I was fucking exhausted, I was done with the
I was odd jobs, had me stuck in the office

On God, I was outside and walkin' nonstop
On a dark block, duckin' and all cops
they all stop, buckin' 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 rednecks
Why am I not to feel, to feel free?
I learned from God, will, just will be
I bet you prolly wanna kill, to me
The who killed Breonna Taylor still free
And Floyd'd prolly kill to still breathe
How many lives did they kill to kill me?
I protest but we still feel no peace
I hear no relief, I don't feel free
And man I hate up rules

Got a fucked up head with some up screws
Bitch, please don't put me in a up mood
Got nines, so we play 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 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 with no ham
All y'all sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in
I build the label upped the event
Please don't compare me to none of these
I'm buildin' my brand, you stuck in the
I took and stuck to the plan (Joyner)
Fuck is you

gucci? (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
Guaranteed niggas won't the new me (They won't)
This like a Spike Lee movie
What's