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Whoa,
Joyner,
Joyner,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah
I
done
did
a lot of
things
in
my
day
I
admit
it
I
don't
take back
what
I
say
if
I
said
it
then
I
meant
it
All
my
life
I
want
a
Grammy
but
I'll
prolly
never
get
it
I
ain't
never
had
no
trophy
or
no
motherfuckin'
ribbon
Fuck
the
system,
I'm
that
nigga,
bend
the
law,
cut
the
rules
I'm
about to
risk
it
all
I
ain't got
too
much
to
lose
Y'all
been
eatin'
long enough
it's
my
turn
to
cut the food
Pass
the
plate!
Where
my
drink?
This
my
day
lucky
you
Fuck
you
too
Y'all gotta
move,
y'all gotta
move,
y'all gotta
move
Give me
some
room,
give me
some
room,
give me
the
juice
Hop out
the
coupe,
hop out
the
coupe,
hop out
and
shoot
Y'all gotta
move,
y'all gotta
move,
give me
the
juice
Back on
my
bullshit,
my
back to
the
wall
Turn my back on
you
all
of
you
finished
Back to
these
bullets
it's
back to
the
job
Pull
my
MAC
out
and
all
of
you
runnin'
Back on
my
hood
shit,
it's
back to
the
pushin'
These
packs
and
I'm
actually
pumpin'
Can't
fuck with
you
rappers,
you
practically
suckin'
You
mighta went
platinum
but
that
don't
mean
nothin'
I'm
actually
buzzin'
this time
Straight out
the
kitchen
I
told
'em
the
oven
is
mine
I
do not fuck with
you
guys
If
I
don't
kill
you
just
know
you
gonna suffer
this time
I
ain't no
gangster
but
I
got
some
bangers
Some
chains
and
some
blades
and
a couple of
knives
Choppers
and
jammies
a partridge
a pear tree
My
twelve
days
of
Christmas
was
nothin'
but
lies
I
run
at
you
hard
like
a
sumo
They
say
I
talk
like
a
chulo
I
live
in
Mars
I'm
not
Bruno
Bitch
I'm
a
dog,
call
me
Cujo
You
play
your
cards
I
reverse
on
you
all
And
I
might
just
drop 4
like
a
Uno
Cállate
boca
mejor,
maricón,
little
puto,
and
all
of
you
culo
They've
invented
a
level off
in
the
ghetto
to
ghetto
Lookin'
for
somethin'
I
prolly
can
never
find
now
Shit
get
relevant
until
the
beef
die down
In
truth
a
nigga
just
really
want
me
tied
down
I've been
alone
and
I
never
needed
nobody
Just
only
me
and
my
shotty
I'll
tell
these
niggas
to
lie down
Keep
all
the
money
I
never
wanted
the
lifestyle
I
just
pray to God
that
my
son'll
be alright
now
I
said
ain't no
love
for
the
other
side
Or
anyone
who
ever
want smoke
When
I
die
I'm
going out as
the
underdog
who
never
lost
hope
You
in
the wrong
cab
down
the wrong
path
Nigga
wrong
way
wrong
road
Snakes
in
the
grass
tryna slither fast
I
just
bought
a
fuckin'
lawn
mower
I
done
said
a lotta
things
in
my
day
I
admit
it
This
is
payback
in a way
I
regret
it
that
I
did
it
I
done won
a
couple
Grammys
but
I
sold
my
soul
to
get
'em
Wasn't
in
it
for
the
trophies,
just
the
fuckin'
recognition
Fuck's
the
difference?
I'm
that
cracker,
bend
the
law,
fuck the rules
Man
I
used to
risk
it
all
now
I
got
too
much
to
lose
I
been
eatin'
long enough
man
my
stomach
should
be
full
I
just
ate
licked
the
plate
my
buffet
lucky
me
Fuck you think
?
Hold on
a
minute
Are
they
doing
everything
we
do?
Bro,
they
been doing
everything
we
been doin'
since
the
whole
shit
They
been
copying
me
all
day,
watch
this
Yeah,
watch
this
See
Here,
watch
No
shit!,
yeah
heh
Fuck it
I
got
a couple of
mansions
Still
I
don't have
any
manners
You
got
a couple of
ghost
writers
But
to
these
kids
it
don't actually matter
hip-hop'
askin'
me
'What
the
fuck
happened
to
hip-hop?'
I
said
'I
don't have
any
answers'
'Cause
I
took an l
when
I
dropped
my
last
album
It
hurt
me
like hell
but
I'm
back on
these
rappers
And
actually
comin' from
humble
beginnings
I'm
somewhat
uncomfortable
winning
i wish i could
say
'What
a
wonderful
feeling!'
'We're
on the upswing
like
we're
punchin'
the
ceiling!'
But
nothin'
is
feeling
like
anyone
has any
fuckin'
ability
To
even
stick to
a
subject
it's
killin'
me
The
inability
to
pen
humility
Hatata
batata,
why
don't we
make
a bunch of
Fuckin'
songs
about
nothin'
and
mumble
'em!
Fuck it
I'm
going for
the
jugular
Shit
is
a
circus,
you
clowns
that
are
comin' up
Don't
give an ounce of
a
motherfuck
About
the
ones
that
were
here
before you
that
made
rap
Let's
recap
way back
MC's
that
wreak havoc
on
tape
decks
ADATs
where
the
G
Raps
and
Kanes
at
?
We
need
3
Stacks
ASAP
and
bring
Masta
Ace
back
'Cause
half
of
these
rappers
have
brain
damage
All
the
lean
rappin'
face
tats
syruped out
like
tree
sap
I
don't hate
trap
and
I
don't wanna
seem mad
But
in
fact
where
the
old
me
at?
The
same
cat
That
would
take
that
feed-back
and
aim back
I
need
that
But
I
think
it's
inevitable
They
know
what
button
to
press
or
what
lever
to
pull
To
get
me
to
snap though
And
if
I'm
payin'
attention
I'm
probably
makin'
it
bigger
But
you've
been
takin'
ya
dicks
in
the
fuckin'
back,
ho
On the brink
any minute
got
me
thinking
of
finishin'
Everything
with
acetaminophen
and
reapin'
the
benefits
I'm
asleep at the wheel
again
As
I
peak into
thinking about
an
evil
intent
Of
another
beat
I'ma kill
again
'Cause
even
if
I
gotta
end up
eatin'
a
pill
again
Even
ketamine
or
methamphetamine
with
the
minithin
It
better
be
at
least
70
to
300
milligram
And
I
might as well
'cause
I'ma
end up
bein'
a
villain
again
Levels
to
this
shit,
I
got
an
elevator
You
could
never
say
to
me
I'm
not
a
fuckin'
record breaker
I
sound like a broken record
every time
I
break
a
record
Nobody
could
ever
take away
the
legacy
I
made
I
never
cater
Motherfucker
now
I
got
a
right
to
be
this
way
I
got
spite
inside
my
DNA
But
I
wrote
'til
the
wheels
fall off
I'm
working
tirelessly
ayy
It's
the
moment
y'all
been
waitin' for
Like
California
wishin'
rain
would pour
In
that
drought
y'all
been
prayin'
for
My
downfall
from
the
8
Mile
to
the
Southpaw
Still
the
same
Marshall
that
outlaw
That
they
say
as
a
writer
might've
fell off
I'm
back on
that
bull
like
the
cowboys
So
y'all gotta
move
y'all gotta
move
y'all gotta
move
Give me
some
room,
give me
some
room,
give me
the
juice
Hop out
the
coupe,
hop out
the
coupe,
hop out
and
shoot
Y'all gotta
move,
y'all gotta
move,
give me
the
juice