Ahh, Joyner!
Yo, nigga's saying, "What a battle" But you to see a fucking snake rattle Boy, you just a with a pink saddle I'm truly sorry that you stuck of Drake's shadow When are you gon' (Huh) When are you gon' up? are you gon' grow another foot? (Huh) When are you gon' show us that you one? (When) And everything that you accomplished in some years about to me just a couple months Don't you think I'm neither I thought you tougher, eager (Damn) How you almost signed to Bieber? You look like a fuckin' (Haha) Ten years in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the bleachers Boy, you just another diva (Just diva) Heard yo' kicked you out the house screaming "Tory, we don't need you" Why yo' daddy up and leave (Why) I guess this is how they treat you And you my puppet, you my Skeeter This ain't what you wanted, they been for it I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas me for (What the fuck) I pull up in a but I kill Satan for it If you attention Tory you gon' have to pay me for it All these hoes love me but you sucker niggas me for it You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya door The bullets fly, you recline a La-Z-Boy All you do is cry, you a child, you my boy You call yourself after The Notorious Big (Yeah) turning in his grave when he hear yo' shit Don't ever think that you could ever come yo' shit Little girls and kids only who feel yo' shit I skipped the plaques on my way to a All your records soft and sweet, think that you candy Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can me And you got identity issues, niggas you a tranny, really? (Damn) Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in rhymes (Why) I know up with lies can get tiring sometimes You not a G and deep down you wanna hide at the sunshine and start crying sometimes Your real name is Daystar, you dying to shine And when you sing you kinda sound you dying sometimes You make the type of tracks that had me silent inside Nobody take you serious, put all the violence Okay, let's talk about your plagiarism you hate to mention (Yeah) Or about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing (Let's about it) And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get on that "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 bite the style on your record right at the ending On 4AM Flex 2 minutes and 50 Sound like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen You by the niggas you name dropped Catch fire in the rain, no to shelter you and no rain drops When I seen you on Flex, I gave But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the stop You thought you fly 'til the plane drop Ugly motherfucker tryna in a tank top It's no wonder why they used to feed yo' ass with a 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 think touching that TV No more 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 everything I you You a disgrace to this and everything I taught you I hate to say it son but you make me I should'a you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick It's no wonder why you pay for Tory you you slick All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy Shit, highly in you son, I need some answers How come you couldn't in my steps and be a dancer? Or maybe write a book like me or be somebody's you wanna be a fucking rapper with some hair plugs No rapping, give me your pen and paper No more lying to the people on how you the gangster Now hurry up and get your juicy out the You going to bed at eight o'clock and not a later No, I wanna hear it No, let be a lesson Close your and go into your room like I suggested I'm a get real Joe in a second of fact, give me your toys, I'm adding that to the collection I did a show and got it lit ya little nigga And my freestyles killing originals nigga Couldn't name a I couldn't get ya little nigga You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen nigga You ain't from Toronto, put on the Bible I put six hollows in your Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Now come get on my level, I'm hard as I the ghetto, I brought the shovel I bury all of you ninja turtles You Donatello, you soft as You must be gone off Amaretto It's hard to tell you soft as pillows You fucking midget, I call you I you out a fucking car window I step all your Margielas, you caught feelings Yo' heart spinning, my illing I'm Bob Dylan, I'm Lennon, I'm authentic bars running no off limits Don't business, don't talk, listen I'm off this so you fuck you fuck! Nigga
What, Fuck out my 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 what's up, you know Ha ha ha,