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What's (Joyner)
bitch, she bougie (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you
Told niggas, You like me? Shoot me
And if you wanna fight me, sue me

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

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

I'm 'bout to pick up with a rifle
I never lit niggas up but I though
I'm a nigga but I can get spiteful
I'm fuck this shit up like a typo
You do not me, no, we ain't related
And we ain't got mutual friends that I know
I don't wanna be regardless
Every bitch I been with told me I'm heartless
I don't trust a motherfucker, I'm cautious
I can win, they want me up in a coffin
Way I started winnin', had a couple of losses
Had to make a livin' out my apartment
too much opportunity to come up in Boston
I was fucking exhausted, I was with the talkin'
I was workin' odd jobs, had me stuck in the

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

Got a fucked up head with some up screws
Bitch, please put me in a fucked up mood
Got twin nines, so we play duck, duck,
Better up, move 'fore I bump rush
Niggas get lumped up too, I'm in a up mood
I don't trust me, why the fuck trust you?
Three deep in your 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 been sleepin', I'm you in
I build the label then upped the
Please don't compare me to none of these
I'm my brand, you stuck 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 don't like me? me
And if you don't wanna me, sue me
Guaranteed niggas won't the new me (They won't)
This feel like a Spike Lee
What's