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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 fight me, sue me

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

full 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 bitch on my family plan
My mansion lookin' like Fantasy
I bought a beach with some sand
All of my moves are planned
I'm two steps ahead like Nigerian (Word)
Now hand mе the
You in the crib and I'm with the fans
My got titties like 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 niggas up with a rifle
I never lit niggas up but I though
I'm a nigga but I can get spiteful
I'm 'bouta fuck this up like a typo
You do not know me, no, we related
And we ain't got mutual friends that I might
I don't wanna be acquainted
Every bitch I ever been with told me I'm
I don't trust a single motherfucker, I'm
I can never win, they want me up in a
Way before I started winnin', had a of losses
Had to make a out my mother's apartment
too much opportunity to come up in Boston
I was fucking exhausted, I was done with the
I was workin' odd jobs, had me stuck in the

On God, I was outside runnin' and nonstop
On a dark block, and dodgin' all cops
'Til they all stop, buckin' and all Glocks
'Til my heart stops workin' at ten
I any fuck nigga 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 learned from God, whatever will, will be
I bet you prolly kill, to kill me
The cops who Breonna Taylor still free
And George Floyd'd prolly to still breathe
How many black lives did they to kill me?
I protest but we still feel no peace
I hear no relief, I still don't feel
And man I hate fucked up

Got a fucked up with some fucked up screws
Bitch, please don't put me in a up mood
Got twin nines, so we 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 your crib 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 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)

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