Ahh, Joyner!
Yo, nigga's saying, "What a battle" But you about to see a fucking rattle Boy, you just a pony a pink saddle I'm truly sorry that you stuck of Drake's shadow are you gon' overcome? (Huh) When are you gon' up? When are you grow another foot? (Huh) When are you gon' show us that you one? (When) And everything that you accomplished in years about to take me just a couple months Don't you think I'm bluffing I thought you were tougher, (Damn) How you almost to Justin Bieber? You like a fuckin' beaver (Haha) Ten years in the game but yo' ass still on the fucking bleachers Boy, you just another diva (Just diva) yo' grandmama kicked you out the house screaming "Tory, we don't fucking you" Why yo' up and leave you? (Why) I guess this is how they treat you And you my puppet, you my Cousin This ain't what you wanted, they waiting for it I'm Joyner Lucas, the fuck you niggas take me for (What the fuck) I up in a Demon but I kill Satan for it If you want attention Tory you gon' to pay me for it All these hoes love me but you sucker hate me for it You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya door The fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy You yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah) Biggie turning in his when he hear yo' shit Don't ever think you could ever come compare yo' shit Little girls and kids ones who feel yo' shit I skipped the plaques on my way to a All records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can me And you got identity issues, think you a tranny, really? (Damn) Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in rhymes (Why) I know keeping up with lies can get tiring You not a G and deep down you wanna sometimes Staring at the sunshine and start sometimes Your name is Daystar, you been dying to shine And when you sing you kinda like you dying sometimes You make the type of tracks had me feelin' silent inside take you serious, put all the violence aside Okay, talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah) Or talk about the hate you to the greats you dissing (Let's about it) And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on "Don't Die" record You should go pay the nigga (Yeah, man) And how the you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh) Then go the nigga style on your record right at the ending On 4AM Flex 2 and 50 seconds Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a You by the niggas you name dropped Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no drops When I you on Flex, I gave props But then we found out you stole Don Q from the train stop You thought you were fly 'til the drop motherfucker tryna stunt in a tank top It's no wonder why used to feed yo' ass with a slingshot You my son, the last time I'll give you a Ring Pop Sit down, you on And get up until you see me And don't even about touching that TV No video games, no more phone, no more 3D No more radio or boombox for your ass CD Matter of fact, give me your chains back and I bought you You a disgrace to family and everything I taught you I hate to say it son but you me sick I should'a knew you weren't shit when you came out with a baby It's no wonder why you pay for you think you slick All you do is lounge around the all day like a lazy prick Shit, highly in you son, I need some answers How come you couldn't follow in my steps and be a Or write a book like me or be somebody's grandpa Instead you wanna be a fucking with some hair plugs No rapping, give me your pen and paper No more to the people on how you the biggest gangster Now hurry up and get juicy out the refrigerator You going to bed at o'clock and not a minute later No, I don't wanna it No, let this be a Close your mouth and go your room like I suggested I'm a get real Joe Jackson in a Matter of fact, give me your toys, I'm that to the collection I just did a and got it lit ya little nigga And my freestyles killing originals nigga Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya nigga You a rebound, even Pippen know nigga You ain't from Toronto, put that on the I put six hollows in Ferragamo Nigga, you Brampton, go spin the bottle I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado Now come get on my level, I'm hard as I bomb the ghetto, I brought the I bury all of you little turtles You Donatello, you as jello You must be off that Amaretto It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as You fucking midget, I you Elmo I you out a fucking car window I step all over your Margielas, you feelings Yo' spinning, my bars illing I'm Bob Dylan, I'm Lennon, I'm authentic bars running no off limits Don't talk business, don't talk, I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck!
What, out my face nigga Ayy nigga We get one in, pause Let's not, let's not do back and forth shit no more I, I think we know what's up, you Ha ha ha,