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, woah!
Back on my bullshit,
my back to the wall
Turn my back on you all
and 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 them the oven is mine
I do not fuck with you guys
If I don't kill you, just know
you gon' 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 (sumo)
They say I talk like a chulo (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 draw four
like a Uno
Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto,
and all of you culo
They debated the level,
I've been to ghetto to ghetto
Looking for something I prolly could
never find now
Shit get real up until the
beef die down
In truth a nigga just really want
me tied down
I've been alone and I nev
er 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 (Joyner)
When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog
who never lost hope (yeah)
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, lick the plate,
my buffet, lucky me
Fuck you think? (Woo!)
I got a couple of mansions Still
I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghostwriters
But to these kids,
it don't actually matter
They're askin' me "What
the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I 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 coming 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 pin humility
Hatata batata, why don't we
make a bunch of fuckin'
Songs about nothin' and mumble!
And fuck it, I'm goin' 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
Because 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
Feedback 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 the snap though (lil' bitch)
And if I pay it attention
I'm probably makin' it bigger
But you've been takin' the dicks
In the fuckin' back, ho (get it?)
On the brink, any minute
Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything
With acetaminophen and reapin'
the benefits
I'm asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin'
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 workin' tirelessly, ayy
It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
Like California wishin'
rain would pour
And that drought y'all
have 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 cowboy
So y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all
gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room,
give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe,
how 'bout I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move,
give me the juice
