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

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

Room full of hoes and I might get
excuse me
All of my moves are carefully
Don't with me, I'm a family man
I put your bitch on my plan
My lookin' like Fantasy Land
I a beach with some Canada sand
All of my moves are carefully
I'm two steps ahead Nigerian scams (Word)
Now mе the Benz
You in the crib and I'm hеre the fans
My bitch got like Pamela And'
And she fuck 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 up with a rifle
I never lit niggas up but I might
I'm a cool but I can get spiteful
I'm 'bouta fuck shit up like a typo
You do not know me, no, we related
And we ain't got mutual friends I might know
I wanna be acquainted regardless
Every bitch I been with told me I'm heartless
I don't trust a motherfucker, I'm cautious
I can never win, they me up in a coffin
Way before I winnin', had a couple of losses
Had to make a livin' out my mother's
Wasn't too much opportunity to come up in
I was fucking exhausted, I was with the talkin'
I was workin' odd jobs, had me 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 nigga relentless
I been dead, I ain't put you to bed yet
The bed wet, a wet dream of wet sex wit' rednecks
Why am I not allowed to feel, to feel
I learned God, whatever will, just will be
I bet you wanna kill, to kill me
The cops who killed Breonna Taylor free
And George prolly kill to still breathe
How many black lives did they to kill me?
I protest but we still no real peace
I hear no relief, I still feel free
And man I hate fucked up

Got a fucked up head with fucked up screws
Bitch, please don't put me in a fucked up
Got twin nines, so we duck, duck, goose
jump 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 trust
Three deep in your crib like a drug bust, one plus two,
I'm the fam
Bitch, you a pig, I don't with no ham
All been sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in
I build the label then upped the
Please don't compare me to none of these
I'm buildin' my brand, you stuck in the
I took advantage and to the plan (Joyner)
Fuck is you

What's (Joyner)

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