Joyner Lucas - ADHD Album Lyrics

So listen, buddy.
I'm gonna give you a little test, okay?
Okay.
Is that okay, buddy?
This test is call a Rorschach test and it's a test that we give to smart kids like you so we can see how smart you really are
And Joyner, you're only 8 years old, correct?
Yes
Wow, you're such a big boy
Okay, so I'm going to hold up some pictures and you're gonna tell me what you see in these pictures, okay?
Okay
Okay, let's start with this one. What do you see in this picture, buddy?
A butterfly
Yes, that is absolutely correct. What a smart boy you are. That is a butterfly
Wow, okay, how about this picture?
That's a television
And that's another correct answer, good job, buddy
You might be a genius
How about this one?
That's a basketball
Joyner, you are so amazing! Another great answer!
That is a basketball. I don't even know if I could've got that one right. Such a smart, smart boy
Okay, how about this one?
That's a condom
We're gonna try this again, you better not f*ck up this time
That's a-, that's a condom
Joyner, I just called you a smart boy. Please don't make me regret that statement.
You know what, let's just try another picture.
Look closely and tell me what you see in this picture
Uh, that's look like a loaded gun?
We're gonna try this again and you better not f*ck up this time.
I said it's a loaded gun
What are you, a f*cking retard?
Are you stupid? Mentally challenged?
What the f*ck is the matter with you?
I'm sorry
I'm trying to help you, look at the f*cking picture.
I am, I'm trying. I'm looking
Look at the f*cking picture!

Buck, buck, buck

I think I was born inside a cabana
With diamonds and gold on top of the Phantom
Jesus told Mary, "Go get me a hammer"
I'll kill any nigga that try and to get near him
All of the angles was drinkin' tequila
And Michael was sleepin' with Dirty Diana
And now I can't look at the man in the mirror
My life is a movie and here is the trailer
I ain't no killer, but don't try to play me
I'm out off my pills and now just I'm crazy
I jumped out of Heaven 'cause Lucifer paid me
I needed the money to buy a Mercedes
I f*cked a few bitches, I had me a baby
I hope that my son don't grow up to hate me
I'm out of my mind and no one can save me
I wish I

Back when a nigga was jobless
Tryna get by, plottin' on shootin' myself (buck, buck, buck)
I was just tryna survive, the money went dry
Think I was losin' myself (buck, buck, buck)
I prayed to God, and promised if he made me rich
Then I'ma stay true to myself (buck, buck, buck)
But f*ck it, I lied, and now I just stare in the mirror
Like what did I do to myself? (Buck, buck, buck)
I think the old me died
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied
All of them promises I forgot
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied

I told my girl I'll give her the world
Whatever she want, consider it done
Soon as I'm rich, I'll buy you a crib
And get you a whip, whatever you want
Promise my niggas, I'll give you a million
A couple of cars just so you can stunt
Then I got famous, blew up my head
And f*ck what I said, my nigga, I'm gone
Hop out the foreign and jump in the stretch
Life is a bitch, I f*ck her to death
And how do I feel? I'm so what depressed
I'll probably get killed, but f*ck it, I'm blessed
Nigga, I'm rich, I'm done with the stress
Now I got drip, and blood niggas sweat
They love when I trip, they want me in debt
Go choke on a dick and cut me a check
All of these meds done got me a fever
I wanted a chain but got me a Visa
I came in the game, just proppin' my feet up
You niggas is strange, you follow the leader
And me and my pistol like Martin and Gina
We plot on you niggas, I'm probably a schemer
I'm easy to hate, I'm harder to love
You say you don't trust me, I wouldn't either, whoa (buck, buck, buck)

I had to move back at home, my mama was heated (buck, buck, buck)
I lock myself in the room to hide all my demons (buck, buck, buck)
I told my uncle to give me a loan 'cause I really needed it
Soon as I'm on, I promise I'll pay you in full (buck, buck)
But, I didn't mean it

Back when a nigga was jobless
Tryna get by, plottin' on shootin' myself (buck, buck, buck)
I was just tryna survive, the money went dry
Think I was losin' myself (buck, buck, buck)
I prayed to God, and promised if he made me rich
Then I'ma stay true to myself (buck, buck, buck)
But f*ck it, I lied, and now I just stare in the mirror
Like what did I do to myself? (Buck, buck, buck)
I think the old me died
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied
All of them promises I forgot
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied

I just put some gold Dayton's on my f*ckin' Benzo
Hit the switches, told your bitch, "Come f*ck me 'cause I said so"
They say, "Joyner, you done changed, you done lost your mental
You blew up and all that humble shit went out the window"
I ain't the same, I used to be different
They say that I changed, well, maybe you right
Maybe them pills the doctor prescribed me, got me wanna kill, and maybe I might
Maybe my family upset 'cause I made it
'Cause no one expected that I would be famous
And just 'cause we blood don't mean we're related
I'm cuttin' the plug
I'm not with the fake shit, I'm not with the
Grandma told me, "Tone it down"
I said, "Bitch, I'm older now"
I ate at my auntie house
She think that I owe her now
Cash my check, got paid again
Niggas think I'm Oprah now
Took my girl to H&M, she told me, "It's over now" (buck, buck, buck)

I had to move back at home, my mama was heated (buck, buck, buck)
I lock myself in the room to hide all my demons (buck, buck, buck)
I told my uncle to give me a loan 'cause I really needed it
Soon as I'm on, I promise I'll pay you in full (buck, buck)
But, I didn't mean it

Back when a nigga was jobless
Tryna get by, plottin' on shootin' myself (buck, buck, buck)
I was just tryna survive, the money went dry
Think I was losin' myself (buck, buck, buck)
I prayed to God, and promised if he made me rich
Then I'ma stay true to myself (buck, buck, buck)
But f*ck it, I lied, and now I just stare in the mirror
Like what did I do to myself? (Buck, buck, buck)
I think the old me died
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied
All of them promises I forgot
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied
I let the money change me, I lied

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, or better known as ADHD
Is a mental disorder that affects an individual's ability to focus
Causing them to move around more frequently
They may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors

One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for the homies in the chow hall (Whoa)
Three times for them hoes on the internet
Shittin' on niggas when they really should get out more
Four times for the days I would hold back (Woo!)
Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to (Brap, brap, brap)

Kidnap a nigga like ISIS (Whoa)
Turn a whole world to a crisis (Whoa)
Walk around the city with a ice pick
I been paranoid, usually, I ain't like this (Boop, boop)
Ain't no tellin' how crazy I might get, uh (Woo!)
Beat the police with a nightstick (Boop)
And my whole life, I been lifeless
Now I'm so fly, I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk (Woo! Whoa)
F*ck a couple hoes 'til I pass out (Whoa)
Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house (Whoa)
I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch (Whoa)
Now I got the Bentley, and it's blacked out (Whoa)
Family lookin' at me like a cash cow (Whoa)
Errybody dissin' just to have clout (Whoa)
Thought you had a chance, now you assed out
Nigga, I'm the motherf*ckin' man, where you at now? (Whoa)
F*ck it, I'ma hit 'em 'til they jumpin'
I ain't trippin', this is nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)
I been livin' in the dungeon
I done held a couple grudges
Went to hell and got abducted, meet the devil
I'm his cousin, I ain't settlin' for nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)
Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi when I'm bussin'
Niggas duckin' (Bop)
Even Stevie Wonder couldn't see it comin' (Brrrap, brap, bop)
I ain't judgin', I just want the money, I don't need a budget
I been hungry, I ain't got no oven (Bop, bop, brrrap, brap)
But I got the munchies, nigga
How you gon' move on the front line? (Woo!)
If I don't f*ck with you, I just cut ties (Whoa)
My high school teacher said I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine (Joyner)
And no, I don't know you for the twelfth time (Woo!)
We do not share the same bloodline (No)
You love to run your mouth like a tough guy
Hope you keep the same energy when it's crunch time (Woo!)

According to the American Psychiatric Association
It affects roughly eight percent of children
And two percent of adults
Commonly believed to only affect boys
Because they are perceived as rowdy and rambunctious

One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherf*ckin' outlaw
Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo!)
Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to (Brap, brap, brap)

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!)
Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses
Everybody livin' on the surface
But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it
What's beef?
Beef is when you murder motherf*ckers on a beat, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Nah, nah, what's beef?
Beef is brothers dyin' over shit that never mattered in the first place, lyin' in the street
What's peace?
Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast
When enough time pass, and you blast
Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict
F*ck around and you don't wanna start shit, woo
Comin' with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit
You could never top it, boy, just stop, stop it
High and drunk, call that HD vision
All these other motherf*ckers full of indecision
And I murder with precision all over your television
I'm numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivision
Never listen, we gon' leave them missin'
That's the mission like ISIS (ISIS)
Ain't no time to bicker over who the nicest
It's Logic, it's obvious, just ask the audience
I've come to body this shit (Body this shit)
Yes, it's egregious, I'm Regis
You Kelly, you pussy, you pussy
Don't push me, I'm Louis Vuitton
You at Target with your mom
On the internet still hatin' on my last post (I hate this nigga)
I just sent a steak back at Mastro's, my god
Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!)
Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses
Everybody livin' on the surface
But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it
Yeah, uh, far from the minimum, killin' 'em with no Ritalin
And 5'9" was the middleman to get 'em in the same room
Now we on the same tune, and we still the gang-dum
The illest of lyricists on the same shit
Rattpack, clap back on the gang shit
Do it for the love of rap, not for the fame shit, woo

One time for the Grammy that I never got
Two times for the Garden that I sold out
Three times for the street crimes that I committed
Yeah, I did it, but thank God that I made it out
Four times 'cause I'm a f*ckin' bastard
Five times Platinum with my last shit
Six times for the beats and the rhymes
F*ck the heat and the crime
Keep the peace like a waistline, woo

ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS

I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch
On a grip, on a flip
Lost it all and got it right back
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
'Til I found out it wasn't really like that, yeah

So I won't be around anymore (anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain't goin' down like before
I can hear the sounds of the war (oh)

I used to make love to a down-ass trick, you could bend her backwards (woo)
I don't need much, but a badass bitch and a Netflix password (hey)
I know that I'm comin' home late, but f*ck it, what we gon' do after?
I'm tryna get head today
Go to work like you got rent to pay
She a daddy's girl, like Reginae (ah)
I paid my dues, I ain't gon' lose (word)
Hit 'em with the hand of Deebo
All of you birds is Dan DeVito
I'ma die a legend like Dan Marino
I just blew a check at the damn casino
Stroll through life like I ain't got rules
You think I ain't got shit if I ain't got you
Well, how you gon' walk if you ain't got shoes? Ay
Shawty shootin' bullets from the Pontiac (buck)
She a ventilatin' hypochondriac (hey)
She just wanna know where the Molly at (woo)
I just wanna know where the party at (whoa)
I'ma leave your ass where I got you at (gang)
Damn, you done let the dog off the leash
Can't talk to me, now I'm harder to reach
You don't belong to me, you belong to the streets (yeah)

I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch
On a grip, on a flip
Lost it all and got it right back
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
'Til I found out it wasn't really like that, yeah

So I won't be around anymore (anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain't goin' down like before
And I can hear the sounds of the war (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I got a Rolls, a pink Chanel and RIP Prodigy
Even when I'm just in at the spot, my wrist is a forty
I'm in New York with five hundred sticks and we sell 'em two thousand a piece
A hundo for privates, yeah, land in Hawaii, my bitches in Honolulu (yeah)
I hopped off a jet and I land in Dubai, look like she got red contacts in her eyes (hop of a jet)
I'm 'bout to buy, you know you can slide
I'm 'bout to ride but I don't lie
Want your body like Nicki Minaj (yeah, yeah)
Hypnotize the jeweler with these diamonds (yeah, yeah)
Takin' mine, yeah, that's minor (yeah, yeah)
I f*ck with ya right now, yeah

And all my life I just wanted to be me, babe (oh, oh)
And all my life I just wanted to be free (oh, oh)
Said, all them nights spent together (oh, oh)
We would stay up 'til forever (oh, oh)
You act like you don't remember, but I do (oh, oh)
And that's alright 'cause I know what it's gon' be, babe (oh, oh)
Said, "That's alright, I found someone else for me" (oh, oh, oh, oh)
So when you see us out together, please act like I never met you (oh, oh)
I just thought that I should let you know that

I won't be around anymore (anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain't goin' down like before (oh)
I can hear the sounds of the war (oh)
So I won't be around anymore (anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain't goin' down like before (oh)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Mally Mall)

[Chris Tucker:]
Ayy man, whattup man? Joyner man, what's happenin' man? Look man, let me just let you know man. You takin' too goddamn long with this album, man. And I don't wanna hear about that ADD/ADHD shit. My momma got ADHD too, my nigga. And she ain't ever use that as no damn excuse to be lazy. My great-great-grandmomma had ADHD and so did my grandaddy. You need to do, all you need to do man is smoke a little weed man. Get your mind right. Got all these goddamn people waitin' on you. Man, I thought, I thought you was supposed to drop that damn album two years ago man. I done shot ten goddamn movies and your shit still ain't dropped yet man. You been, you been milkin' the f*ck out that album cover, man, way too long. So I hope this music's good, because if it's not I'm gonna be highly upset, nigga. Every time I go on YouTube, you got a new video of you throwin' a pity party because you got ADHD. F*ck your pity party, man. Boo-f*ckin'-hoo, man, stop cryin'. Smoke some weed, and drop this damn album already. Goddamn, we waitin'. Bye.

[Chris Tucker:]
Ayy man, whattup man? Joyner man, what's happenin' man? Look man, let me just let you know man. You takin' too goddamn long with this album, man. And I don't wanna hear about that ADD/ADHD shit. My momma got ADHD too, my nigga. And she ain't ever use that as no damn excuse to be lazy. My great-great-grandmomma had ADHD and so did my grandaddy. You need to do, all you need to do man is smoke a little weed man. Get your mind right. Got all these goddamn people waitin' on you. Man, I thought, I thought you was supposed to drop that damn album two years ago man. I done shot ten goddamn movies and your shit still ain't dropped yet man. You been, you been milkin' the f*ck out that album cover, man, way too long. So I hope this music's good, because if it's not I'm gonna be highly upset, nigga. Every time I go on YouTube, you got a new video of you throwin' a pity party because you got ADHD. F*ck your pity party, man. Boo-f*ckin'-hoo, man, stop cryin'. Smoke some weed, and drop this damn album already. Goddamn, we waitin'. Bye.

Father, forgive me

I'm staring at this Bible as I keep glancing
Dear Lord, I got questions and I need answers
Tryna understand your vision, all I see is damage
Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping
A bunch of lost souls on their feet standing
We supposed to be your children, I thought we family
You're supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need answers
We don't need to die young, we just need chances
Tired of living on the edge so we keep scrambling
Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing
We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis
Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's planted
Everywhere I turn, I'm seeing emcees vanish
Lot of good niggas gone, I don't understand it
Lot of families lost and they seem stranded

I ain't tryna disrespect you, I just need answers (woo)
I know you're watching us from heaven thinking, "Who to save?" (boom)
Cherry pickin' who should go next and who should stay
I'd be on my way to heaven if I knew the way
And bring back every good nigga you choose to take
They say you never wrong, but you done made a few mistakes
'Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you should trade
Trade us back all the real ones, remove the fakes
I think you should trade

Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for good (ooh!)
I been screaming, "Thug life "in every different hood (thug life, thug life)
If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you would
Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us triple X (woo hoo)
Take that nigga Trump with you, that's a bigger threat (woo hoo)
There's too much power for a coward with no intellect (woo hoo)
That's a bigot with a collar, there's a disconnect (woo hoo)
Niggas dying, Mama crying, Grandma need a tissue
Niggas shootin' up a church, now I need a pistol

All them niggas still livin', you don't see the issue
But how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you?
I ain't tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you (Lord)
I ain't tryna overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord)
Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you (Lord)
Send them suckers straight to hell, they don't need a vigil (woo!)
I need you to give us back Martin Luther (yeah), take Martin Shkreli (take!)
Give us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly
R.I.P. Lil Snupe, give that boy his life back
Take Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright back

I'm sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back
They say I'm on the wrong train, I know I'm on the right track (yeah)
'Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was tryna fight back
Zimmerman walk around free, we don't like that (we don't like that)
Why you take our mothers from us? (woo hoo)
Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us? (woo hoo)
Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin'
Wonder why the f*ck you take Nipsey Hussle from us?
Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from us
This a f*ckin' marathon, but they runnin' from us

Now everybody got guns, nigga's up to something
And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or something
You know it's not fair, tell the truth, I've been in my feelings too
But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof
At least take James Holmes, I ain't even mad at that
Just bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back
Feds want me in the slammer, damn
Ain't no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan
Lord, if you listenin', I'm just lookin' for a hand to hand
Take out the f*ck niggas and give us back our fam again
Drownin' in my tears, tryna pray for something (woo)

Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us (woo)
Wonder why you give us family then erase them from us (woo)
Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (yeah)
Maybe I'm just probably tripping 'cause I need a hug (I need a hug)
The hood can't find jobs, now we need a plug (we need a plug)
Everybody and their mama tryna be a thug
I don't go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being judged
I've been starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Watchin' niggas follow trends like Simon Says (yeah)
I pray you give us back the real ones and try again
Or maybe take them niggas that deserve to die instead

Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensive
Laura Ingraham laughin' at death and disrespectin'
I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings
I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention
Cost too much to pay attention, then it got expensive
Father forgive me, for I know not what I do
And now I'm reachin' out to you, hopin' you hear me and return the message (Joyner)
I know that you got our back and that you're not against us
Or maybe you just love us so you doin' shit to test us
I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us

They say that the good die young and I ain't on the guest list
I've been drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my blood racin'
I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm just frustrated
I don't mean to question you, I'm just confused
I don't know what else to do, I've been patient and it sucks waiting
Took my mans from me, that forever hurts
But puttin' the blame on you, that'd never work
I know this ain't your fault, it's the Devil's work

Devil's work

(Mally Mall)

It's my birthday, I'm 'bout to get lit-lit (lit-lit)
Might blow a bag on the drip-drip (drip)
Make it all back on a quick flip, ayy (ayy)
I just need cake and a thick bitch, ayy (ayy)
I ain't have much, just a wishlist (a wishlist)
Now the broke nigga doin' big shit (big shit)
I got the gun lock, loaded, I'm ignant
So keep one eye open like Slick Rick (brra, brra-brra)
I got the drip game, nigga, I'm the big mane (big mane)
Switch lanes on 'em, hit the mid range (mid range)
Keep the big strap on me like a hitman (brra)
It go click-clack, willow-wallow, bing bang (brr-brra)
I ain't never been shit, ain't shit changed (shit changed)
But niggas get lame when you get fame (brra)
Can't sleep at night 'til I get brains
Got a mean ass pipe and a dick game

I got a bitch on my sofa (sofa)
I got a chip on my shoulder (shoulder)
You gotta live with your karma and if you get hurt
Then you got what you supposed to (boom)
I got hitters all over (over)
Told em' this is all over (all over)
I take the kids on drugs and line 'em all up
And get 'em all sober (woo)

I got a little check that I cashed out, ayy (ayy)
Credit card maxed out, ayy (ayy)
I get lit then I act out, ayy (ayy)
I ain't wanna do it but I blacked out, ayy (woo)
They say I need to be safe (safe)
I think I need to be straight
Fix your vibes, you need to be laced
You just need God or you need to meet Mase
I left my bitch, maybe we just need space (space)
I got gunners like Chris, like Niecey (like me)
I got brothers like Tip, like Breezy (like Breezy)
I got stunners like Wayne, like BG (okay)
I got a hood bitch all about the bread
And she only give me head 'cause the bed too squeaky (too squeak)
I'm too smart for a hoe tryna G me
A bitch be dumb if she ever try to leave me, word

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
I'm the realest nigga, I know (brrra, brra-brra, ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' lotto, oh (ooh, ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' lotto (bah)
I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (bah-bah)
I'm the realest nigga, I know (brra, brra-brra, hey)
I just hit the f*ckin' lotto, oh (ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' lotto

Why do I feel like Manson? Oh (oh-oh)
Smoke y'all niggas, I feel like I just got cancer, ayy (ayy)
Murderin' streets, my anthem
All of y'all clowns is banter, ooh (banter)
Still can't pull your pants up
Kidnap kids like Amber (ayy)
Hold a lil' nigga for a ransom (ooh)
I moved from the trap to the mansion (mansion)
Went from the hooptie to a Phantom (word)
You niggas gassed up, don't amp 'em
I've never been pretty, but my mom think I'm handsome (yeah)
I hate niggas that flex on camera (camera)
Lil' kids always tryna throw tantrums (yeah)
All you motherf*ckas dry like dandruff
You can get washed and I'll throw you in a hamper

I got a bitch on my sofa (sofa)
I got a chip on my shoulder (shoulder)
You gotta live with your karma and if you get hurt
Then you got what you supposed to (boom)
I got hitters all over (all over)
Told em' this is all over (all over)
I take the kids on lean and get 'em all clean
And give 'em all soda (boom)

Watch how I do it, I demonstrate, ooh (ooh)
I ain't gotta move, I renovate
I don't really pray, I meditate, yeah (whoa)
I ain't gotta jump, I levitate
Always on time, I'm never late (hey)
I was outside like every day
Tryna turn water into lemonade
Now I'm boo'd up like Ella Mai, I just wanna get away, whoa (oh)
You don't want war with a rich nigga (rich nigga)
You should hit the gym, get a bit bigger (oh)
I ain't got patience for bitch niggas (oh)
Wrap you in the basement with Big Tigger (Big Tigger)
Your bitch is a thot, you had kids with her (kids with her)
Your watch little lit, but my wrist litter (ayy)
He thought he had a plan 'til the feds hit him (ooh)
He thought he had a plan 'til the feds hit him

I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
I'm the realest nigga, I know (brrra, brra-brra, ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' lotto, oh (ooh, ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' lotto (bah)
I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (bah-bah)
I'm the realest nigga, I know (brrra, brra-brra, hey)
I just hit the f*ckin' lotto, oh (ooh)
I just hit the f*ckin' lotto

[Kevin Hart:]
Listen, Joyner what's up? Heard the song "Lotto" you just dropped, and I'ma tell you right now man, I'm not too impressed. I'll tell you why I'm not impressed, I'll tell you why. Because you still owe me money from a year ago, when your bitch ass cryin' about your Lamborghini you repossessed, until I came to the rescue, had to be asked, "Come save a hoe," to maintain, your lil' bitch ass, fake ass lifestyle. Now, if a year later, I still don't have my money and you're rapping about hittin' the lottery. Tell me, where the f*ck do they do that shit at? I don't, I don't know. You think 'cause I'm 5"2' I can't box? I'm 5'4", I'll whoop your ass, swear to God. Picture your ass whooped by a munchkin. Let me tell you something, Joyner. I don't care how short I am, or what I sit on a rollercoaster at DisneyWorld, if I was you, I'd get back to me immediately, 'cause if you don't I'm gonna beat your ass with a Lil Uzi Vert album. I swear to God, ha, I swear to God. What are you, white? What the f*ck is this, slavery? Rap 'rations? Still chase you down. Give me my shit!

Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah

I don't trust niggas, I ride by myself, all I need is my strap and my armor (buck, buck)
All I can see is these f*ck niggas, it must be somethin' they put in the water (buck, buck, buck)
I quit my job at McDonald's and built an empire and now I'm a gold mine (hey)
Nothing was handed, I dreamed it, I did it, been wantin' this shit for my whole life (buck, buck)

Move, move, move, get out the way, nigga, I'm bossed up (buck)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, I just got laid, I'm gettin' sauced up
Ay, ay, ay, gotta go up 'til I motherf*ckin' lift-off
Wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-one, nigga, I can't believe I done made it this far (hey)

You know you too lit when you stretchin' these bands
You know you on top when your enemies fans (buck)
You know you too blessed when they think you a threat, try aim for your neck but I never be scared
Niggas on drugs, I was packin' all the work
Couldn't find a spot, we was trappin' out the church
Boost mobile phones, have me waitin' for the chirp
Fresh to death, I was waitin' for the hearse
Casket fresh, had the weight goin' crazy (ooh)
Show up to your door like the Avon lady
I could be the G.O.A.T. but the hate won't save me
If niggas hate me, then they hate Tom Brady
Go against the grain, you gotta be brave
She don't like me, then she gotta be gay
To take me down, then you gotta be paid
There ain't enough money I gotta be straight (woo, woo, woo)

I don't trust niggas, I ride by myself, all I need is my strap and my armor (buck, buck)
All I can see is these f*ck niggas, it must be somethin' they put in the water (buck, buck, buck)
I quit my job at McDonald's and built an empire and now I'm a gold mine (hey)
Nothing was handed, I dreamed it, I did it, been wantin' this shit for my whole life (buck, buck)

Move, move, move, get out the way, nigga, I'm bossed up (buck)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, I just got laid, I'm gettin' sauced up
Ay, ay, ay, gotta go up 'til I motherf*ckin' lift-off
Wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-one, nigga, I can't believe I done made it this far (hey)

Can't touch me when I'm in my zone
Came too far to sell my soul
When you gon' give me the respect I'm owed?
When you gon' watch my dreams unfold?
When I'm on tour, I just wanna be home
When I'm at home, I just wanna be alone
Me and my niggas still share the same clothes
When you got brothers, man, anything goes
Pull a bitch in like clickbait, ay (woo)
ADHD, can't sit straight, ay (yeah)
Work a lil' job, I was still outside like, "Please will you listen to my mixtape, huh?"
Please will you listen to my mixtape, ay?
Still can't listen what a bitch say, ay
Niggas switched up, that's a mistake, ay
Never thought I'd see this day, ay (buck, buck)

I don't trust niggas, I ride by myself, all I need is my strap and my armor (buck, buck)
All I can see is these f*ck niggas, it must be somethin' they put in the water (buck, buck, buck)
I quit my job at McDonald's and built an empire and now I'm a gold mine (hey)
Nothing was handed, I dreamed it, I did it, been wantin' this shit for my whole life (buck, buck)

Move, move, move, get out the way, nigga, I'm bossed up (buck)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, I just got laid, I'm gettin' sauced up
Ay, ay, ay, gotta go up 'til I motherf*ckin' lift-off
Wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-one, nigga, I can't believe I done made it this far (hey)

Got a hundred million things all on my mind
Every damn thing, new day, new fight
Always runnin' in and out my life
Hell no (hell no)
But I won't let you back in this time
I won't let you back in my mind (ye)
I won't let you blame me this time
Hell no (hell no, no)

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me
You do you, I'll do me
I don't mind it (no, no)
Finally, I can fly and be free and be me
You do you, I'll do me
And I like it

And they used to always tell me, "You ain't nothin' special" (woo)
Damn it, you done took it to another level (yeah)
I was patient, you was dangerous, I was young and mellow
Congratulations, you done turned me to a f*ckin' rebel (yeah)
Yeah, I've been peeped by how you move like some new luggage (new luggage)
Used to love you back when we were boo lovin' (woo)
That was way before I seen ya f*ckin' true colors (yeah)
Always poppin' shit and I ain't even do nothin' (Joyner)
Tryna play me like we unofficial (unofficial)
You got other issues (other issues)
I done held you down when weren't nobody f*ckin' with you
Once you close a door, don't you let it f*ckin' hit you
And I'd be lyin' if I told you I was gonna miss you

I ain't chasin' that (nah)
I just made a stack (stack)
I gave you the world, now I gotta take it back
I gave you the world, now I gotta fade it black (oh, shit)
I lost it all, but I made it back

Got a hundred million things all on my mind
Every damn thing, new day, new fight
Always runnin' in and out my life
Hell no (hell no)
But I won't let you back in this time
I won't let you back in my mind (ye)
I won't let you blame me this time
Hell no (hell no, no)

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me
You do you, I'll do me
I don't mind it
Finally, I can fly and be free and be me
You do you, I'll do me
And I like it (ooh)

Okay, I'ma do me, you do what you gotta (yeah)
I'll go where I want, ain't gotta tell you nada (nope)
I been hustlin', I been cookin' up the Betty Crocker (woo)
You been strugglin', you be chasin' after every dollar
And I used to be around, now I'm cold-blooded (cold-blooded)
I'm just petty, I been holdin' onto old grudges (old grudges)
Oh, you think you know, but you don't know nothin' (nah)
Oh, you opinionated, who you think you? Joe Budden?
I still think you do the most though (most though)
Now I'm ghost though (ghost though)
I'm like, "Nigga, I still got my f*ckin' mojo" (mojo)
You love the drama, and I think you need your own show (yeah)
If you call me, it's a no call, no show (no call)

Baby, I ain't chasin' that
I just made a stack
I gave you the world, now I gotta take it back (back)
I gave you the world, now I gotta fade it black (oh, shit)
I lost it all, but I made it back

Got a hundred million things all on my mind
Every damn thing, new day, new fight
Always runnin' in and out my life
Hell no (hell no)
But I won't let you back in this time
I won't let you back in my mind (ye)
I won't let you blame me this time
Hell no (ooh)

Finally, I can fly and be free and be me
You do you, I'll do me
I don't mind it (no, finally)
Finally, I can fly and be free and be me (ooh)
You do you, I'll do me
And I like it (ooh)

Uh, uh-huh

Ten bands (uh), twenty bands (what?)
She'll do anything for a couple grand (uh)
Never had no money but she love to dance (what?)
I give all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex bitch still want another chance (what?)
Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again (uh)
I done came up, I'm the f*ckin' man (what?)
Me and Timbaland got other plans

You don't really know what you up against (yeah)
Boy, you know I always got the upper hand
You ain't never been through the struggle, man (boop)
Home-made grits in the oven pan (uh)
You don't want shit, you don't wanna dance (no)
Two shots, make 'em do the runnin' man (uh)
And they say, "Love is a drug" (uh-huh)
Man, I swear I'll never take drugs again
I traded my bike for a hoopty (hoopty)
Traded my hoopty for a Honda (Honda)
Traded my Honda for a Panther (yeah)
I just got a crib in Wakanda (woo)
I never been into the drama (drama)
Never been a fan of designer (uh)
All I really got is one wish (what's that?)
A one night stand with Madonna (woo)
Think I gotta hit 'em wit' the head bust (head bust, uh-huh)
This is for 'em days that they made me ride a motherf*ckin' sped bus (ay, uh-huh)
And this is for 'em days that my teachers tol' me I should go and sell drugs
Niggas went to jail, ain't nobody put the bail up
Shawty had the money, but she went and got her hair done
Niggas hatin' on me, but I never really cared much, Goddamn

Ten bands (yeah), twenty bands (whoa)
She'll do anything for a couple grand (yeah)
Never had no money but she love to dance (boop)
And I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam (uh)
My ex bitch still want another chance (yeah)
Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again (what?)
And they say, "Love is a drug" (uh-huh)

(I done brought the, I done brought the)
I done brought the hitters out to play (uh-huh)
I don't like you, you don't like me
F*ck it, let's get it out the way (uh-huh)
What we gon' do? What it's gon' be?
I just got a million out the bank (uh-huh)
Spoil my son, do what I please
F*ck what any nigga gotta say (uh-huh, boop)
Lay in the sun, tickle my feet
I just might pull up in the mink (mink)
Take my enemies out to drink (what?)
Toss my weapons in the lake (yeah)
Count up my blessings, them straight (nah)
I think I might go on a date (date, uh)
Count all my dough in the safe
Roll with the wave, look at my soul in the face
They don't even know what to say, I just want

Ten bands, twenty bands (woo)
She'll do anything for a couple grand (yeah)
Never had no money but she love to dance (yeah)
And I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex bitch still want another chance (yeah)
Man, I swear I'll never fall in love again (uh)
Someone said, "Love is a drug" (uh-huh)

(Men lie, men lie, men lie)
Men lie, women lie, niggas lie, yeah
I'ma ride 'long as I'm alive, whoa (boop, boop)
Homicide, kill 'em like genocide, yeah (brrap, brrap)
Get it on camera, televise, whoa (boop, boop)
ADHD, I identify, uh (brrap, brrap)
Look at my feelings, I'm civilized, yeah
Analyzed, and I might spin a knife with a dyke (brrap, brrap)
Get it right, bitch, if I hit it right, uh
I remember scraping at the quarters (uh-huh, quarters)
Drinkin' from the sink to get some water (uh-huh, water)
Tryna pay the rent I couldn't afford it (uh-huh)
Stressin' made a nigga bipolar (uh-huh, woo!)
Washing machine out of order (uh-huh, order)
Nigga had to hustle on the corner (uh-huh, corner)
Now I'm back, I'm four from the border
Saving up hoes like a hoarder

Ten bands (woo), twenty bands (what?)
She'll do anything for a couple grand (yeah)
Never had no money but she love to dance (woo)
And I gave all my money back to Uncle Sam
My ex bitch still want another chance (yeah)
Man, I swear, I'll never fall in love again (boop)
I done came up, I'm the f*ckin' man (woo)
Me and Timbaland got other plans (woo)
You don't really know what you up against (boop)
Boy, you know I always had the upper hand
You ain't never been through the struggle, man (ah)
Home-made grits in the oven pan (boop)
You don't want shit, you don't wanna dance (woo)
Two shots, make 'em do the runnin' man
Someone said, "Love is a drug" (uh-huh)
I don't wanna ever take drugs again (boop!)

The more that I want, the more that I grind
The more that I shine, the more that I stride
The more that I stunt, the more that I cheat
The more that she leaves, the more that she cry
The harder to trust, the more that I lie
The more that she died, the more I realize
The more that I, the more that I
(Yeah, yeah)

The more that I try, the more that I want
The more that I grind, the more that I shine
The more that I stride, the more that I stunt
The more that I cheat, the more that she leaves
The more that she cry, the harder to trust
The more that I lie, the more that she dies
Somehow I realize I'm harder to love
I'm harder to
I'm harder to teach, my heart is a beat
And I am a drum, I'm harder to keep
But harder to sleep
I'm scared of the dark, I'm not gonna run
I'm harder to break, but harder to make
You get in my way, I'm drawing my gun
I'm not gonna play, I'm not for the games
I'm not gonna change, put that on my son
Put that on my mom, put that on my sister
Put that on my bitch and all of my hoes
Put that on my team, put that on my G's
I say what I mean, you already know
Put that on my city, put that on my Bentley
I got me a Beamer, I wanted a Rolls
Sip on some Henny and ride with the semi
All my niggas with me, I'm calling a toast
(Blah, blah, blah)
Callin' the plug, you callin' the cops
I call you a snitch, you holdin' a grudge
You callin' the judge, you say you a thug
I call you a bitch, I call you a ho
Don't call me your bro, don't call me no more
I call you a trick, I'm tired of the hate
I'm tired of snakes, I'm tired of your face, you all on my dick
I wanted the fame, I wanted the name
I wanted a break, I wanted to love
I wanted the cake, I wanna be great
I wanted to change and all of the above
You want me to fall, you want me to crawl
You want me to starve, they want me in drugs
You want me to fail, they want me in jail
They wantin' my soul, they wantin' my blood
I'm out for revenge, I'm out for the ends
I'm out for respect, I'm out for the crown
I'm out for the reign, they starting to aim
I hopped in the plane, I'm not going down
I'm dodging the flames, they callin' my name
I wanna be saved but I don't know how
I thought I was saved, but I got a plan
Let's load up the chopper and ride it around, woo

I roll up on 'em while he sleep (hey), you gon' see
It's a f*ckin' murder spree (brrat, brrat), you gon' see
Won't nobody say a peep (bah, bah), you gon' see
Don't you turn your back on me (brrat, bah), you gon' see
Roll up on 'em while he sleep (bah), catch a nigga slippin'
I might hit him with the (bah, bah, bah), they gon' miss him
'Cause revenge feels sweet (woo), you gon' see
Won't nobody say a peep (bah, bah), you gon' see

Give me a pen, I don't even drink
But f*ck it, I need some Henny and gin
Plenty of sins
I broke my bitch's heart, she'll never forgive me again
Where have you been?
I had to go find myself, I killed and buried my friends
I never could swim
I used to push some weight with niggas who been in the gym
Come step in my Timbs
You could not walk in my path, I never caught no cabs, I had to walk
Niggas was lost and sad, I never would call my dad
F*ck that nigga
I was depressed as f*ck, mentally torn in half
Feelin' stuck
When it was hard to laugh, the music was all I had
Wish I could be out
I never got any clout, what's all the plottin' about?
They drownin' me out
Everyone callin' me out, nobody try to reach out
You proud of me now
Niggas'll flip the script, I cannot live to quit
I don't wanna chill, I don't wanna get no flicks
Don't wanna rekindle shit
It's N-O-T, don't you flex on me
I do not get no sleep
I'm barely up, hope you ante up
Word to M.O.P., you don't know me
I need my revenge, it ain't no more peace
I'm rollin' deep and I'm finna turn your block up into World War 3

I roll up on 'em while he sleep (hey), you gon' see
It's a f*ckin' murder spree (brrat, brrat), you gon' see
Won't nobody say a peep (bah, bah), you gon' see
Don't you turn your back on me (brrat, bah), you gon' see
Roll up on 'em while he sleep (bah), catch a nigga slippin'
I might hit him with the (bah, bah, bah), they gon' miss him
'Cause revenge feels sweet (woo), you gon' see
Won't nobody say a peep (bah, bah), you gon' see

The older the berry, the sweeter the juice
Knew I could do it, I needed the proof
In order to lose, I needed to win
In order to win, I needed to choose
I needed to fall, I needed to move
I couldn't be safe, I couldn't be you
I'm coming for everything they said I couldn't
Including your plate and all of your food
I don't wanna do no E
Don't wanna drink, I don't wanna do no lean
I don't wanna move no keys
How you like me now? I'm too OG
I feel like Kool Moe Dee
Ain't gon' be no slatt, my whole team'll crack
I seen 'em flat, never see no snacks
They left me the scraps
I Deebo'd that, think I'm cursed again
Went to church to sin, I did a lot
Mama quit her job, she won't work again
I been on top, got a mental block
And it hurts but then I bid and shop
And my bitch is fly, she a perfect ten
That's M-O-B, don't you flex on me
I do not get no sleep
I'm problematic and I gotta have it
Word to Ed OG, you don't know me
I need my revenge, no more peace
I'm rollin' deep and I'm finna turn your block up into World War 3

I roll up on 'em while he sleep (hey), you gon' see
It's a f*ckin' murder spree (brrat, brrat), you gon' see
Won't nobody say a peep (bah, bah), you gon' see
Don't you turn your back on me (brrat, bah), you gon' see
Roll up on 'em while he sleep (bah), catch a nigga slippin'
I might hit him with the (bah, bah, bah), they gon' miss him
'Cause revenge feels sweet (woo), you gon' see
Won't nobody say a peep (bah, bah), you gon' see

[Kevin Hart:]
Listen, Joyner what's up? Heard the song "Lotto" you just dropped, and I'ma tell you right now man, I'm not too impressed. I'll tell you why I'm not impressed, I'll tell you why. Because you still owe me money from a year ago, when your bitch ass cryin' about your Lamborghini you repossessed, until I came to the rescue, had to be asked, "Come save a hoe," to maintain, your lil' bitch ass, fake ass lifestyle. Now, if a year later, I still don't have my money and you're rapping about hittin' the lottery. Tell me, where the f*ck do they do that shit at? I don't, I don't know. You think 'cause I'm 5"2' I can't box? I'm 5'4", I'll whoop your ass, swear to God. Picture your ass whooped by a munchkin. Let me tell you something, Joyner. I don't care how short I am, or what I sit on a rollercoaster at DisneyWorld, if I was you, I'd get back to me immediately, 'cause if you don't I'm gonna beat your ass with a Lil Uzi Vert album. I swear to God, ha, I swear to God. What are you, white? What the f*ck is this, slavery? Rap 'rations? Still chase you down. Give me my shit!

It kinda feels like, I'm dyin' on the inside
It kinda feels like, I been tryna get by

And I been this way since day one
I don't need no medication
No, I don't need no drugs
Or maybe I'm different, and maybe my ADHD got me trippin'
And maybe I'm just everything that you missin', yeah

I feel like I'm dying inside
Why do I think crazy?
Someone save me (save me)
You can't blame me (blame me)
It's my ADHD, yeah

My mind racin', I been paranoid
Overthinkin', maybe that's a void (woo, woo)
Don't cut me off like I don't have a voice
I think I was born different, I ain't really have a choice, yeah (yeah)
Cancel session, you a hour late (hour late)
Don't play with me, today is not the day (oh yeah)
Pay attention, I am not deranged
I could tell you what I'm thinkin', I just don't know how to say it
Maybe I get in your nerve, I mean what I say (oh yeah)
I been a man of my words, eon wide awake (yeah, yeah)
Baby a lil' disturbed, but that's just me
You don't bleed the blood I bleed
I wear my heart on my sleeve, nigga

And I been this way since day one (and I been this way since day one)
I don't need no medication (I don't need no medication)
No, I don't need no drugs
Or maybe I'm different, and maybe my ADHD got me trippin'
And maybe I'm just everything that you missin', yeah

I feel like I'm dying inside
Why do I think crazy?
Someone save me (save me)
You can't blame me (blame me)
It's my ADHD, yeah

It kinda feels like, I'm dying on the inside (on the inside)
It kinda feels like, I been tryna get by

Yipee-yipee-yih-yoh-yipee-yah-yah
Staring at the fire, kumbaya
I'ma take you higher, take you higher
I'ma take you higher, take you higher
Too many things on my head (yeah, yeah), what am I thinkin'?
How come I can't go sleep in my bed? (oh, yeah)
I hear them talking, everyone stranger
They leave me for dead (oh, yeah), 'cause they want me gone (yeah)
This that shit I be on (yeah)
Ain't no one to lean on (yeah)

And you know I been this way since day one (I been this way since day one)
I don't need no medication (I don't need no medication)
Or maybe I'm on one
Or maybe I'm different, and maybe my ADHD got me trippin'
And maybe I'm just everything that you missin', yeah

I feel like I'm dying inside (inside)
Why do I think crazy? (Crazy, yeah, yeah)
Someone save me (save me)
You can't blame me (blame me)
It's my ADHD, yeah

It kinda feels like, I'm dyin' on the inside

She got a nice face, she got a nice body (got a nice body)
I still can't love her, still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (baby, I'm sorry)
I'll hold her down, if you don't got me, then I got me (yeah, I got me)
It's over now, so please don't call me, please don't find me (please don't find me)
Yeah, yeah
When I move on, you wanna stop me (wnna stop me)
On everything, girl, I'm a king, I think I'm Rodney (I think I'm Rodney)
Ain't no fake love, only got real niggas around me (real niggas around me)
And all you care about is drinkin', gettin' sloppy, you don't give a f*ck about me

She got a nice face, she got a nice body (she got a nice body, woo)
I still can't love her, I still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (girl, I'm sorry, buck, buck)
When I'm off that Henny, I see double, feel like a zombie (feel like a zombie, buck, buck)
But we still don't ever slip, no movin' sloppy (no movin' sloppy)
She wanna study all the tats all on my body (on my body)
Somebody told her that my middle name Muhammad (buck, buck)
She thinkin' I'ma fake a love, say I ain't 'bout it (buck, buck)
I told her, "Baby, watch your mouth, you better stop it" (you better stop, yeah, yeah)

All my life been sucker free (sucker free)
That's absurd
None of these hoes are cuffin' me (cuffin' me, ay)
That's my word
And I heard money don't come from trees (hey)
But you can't hustle me
Yeah, your ass look good in them jeans
That don't mean too much to me (buck, buck, buck)
I need lil' somethin' with a vibe (vibe)
Lil' somethin' with drive
I know you wan' f*ck all day
Might try and make love to your mind
I been tryna get my mind right, ooh
These hoes ain't my type, ooh
She want that limelight, ooh
She'll do anything for a Klondike, ooh (buck, buck)
What you gon' do for the pension? (Skrrt, slrrt)
Way too tempted
Try and get rich, get mentioned
She'll do anything for attention
She'll do anything for her interest
How did you get so senseless?
How did you get so foolish?
How did you get so clueless?

Pull up, I'm swervin', I'm whippin' it
Car from the plug and it came with a brick in it (brick in it)
She ain't had to tell me that she wanna f*ck, I could see in her eyes she was diggin' it (yeah)
She said she could try, but it ain't gonna work 'cause this is the life that was livin' in (yeah)
She tell me she done give a f*ck 'bout my past, I tell her, "Baby, mind your business"

She got a nice face, she got a nice body (she got a nice body, woo)
I still can't love her, I still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (girl, I'm sorry, buck, buck)
When I'm off that Henny, I see double, feel like a zombie (feel like a zombie, buck, buck)
But we still don't ever slip, no movin' sloppy (no movin' sloppy)
She wanna study all the tats all on my body (on my body)
Somebody told her that my middle name Muhammad (buck, buck)
She thinkin' I'ma fake a love, say I ain't 'bout it (buck, buck)
I told her, "Baby, watch your mouth, you better stop it" (you better stop, yeah, yeah)

It's like, it's like I still can't love
See, that's what real pain does
Oh yeah, I'm feelin' you, baby
But what I feel ain't love (feel ain't love)
Yeah, I might tell you it's yours
But nah, I still ain't hers
And she just callin' you "daddy"
Ain't know what your real name was (real name was)
Friends I feel changed up
And shit I still think of
Look, I mean mentally scarred
Still tryna heal things up (heal things up)
We all started from the bottom, tryna build things up
But it's some dudes who love to hate and that's some real strange love
I know some real gangstas (real gangstas)
Niggas who still slang drugs (still slang drugs)
They got pills, 'caine, but (pills, can't bluff)
But they ain't got no love (got no love)
And they ain't got no trust
'Cause those'll be your downfall (downfall)
Bro says shawty bad, why you ain't keep her 'round, dawg? (Keep her 'round, dawg)

Shawty say she bad, bad, she a bad bitch (bad)
She don't know the half, half, I'm a savage (yeah, yeah)
I just put the cash bag on a mattress (yeah)
I don't need it that bad, you can't have it (have)
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids, run it, oh God
Shawties did me dirty, now I got a cold heart (yeah, yeah)
Booty on point, kinda hard to say no
But what you gon' bring to the f*ckin' table?

She got a nice face, she got a nice body (she got a nice body, woo)
I still can't love her, I still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (girl, I'm sorry, buck, buck)
When I'm off that Henny, I see double, feel like a zombie (feel like a zombie, buck, buck)
But we still don't ever slip, no movin' sloppy (no movin' sloppy)
She wanna study all the tats all on my body (on my body)
Somebody told her that my middle name Muhammad (buck, buck)
She thinkin' I'ma fake a love, say I ain't 'bout it (buck, buck)
I told her, "Baby, watch your mouth, you better stop it" (you better stop, yeah, yeah)

Hey
Will
Yeah

I'm feelin' like Will (hey)
I think I'm a prince, I'm feelin' myself (buck, buck)
I'm loaded with bills, 'cause I wasn't blessed with no Uncle Phil (whoa)
Don't know how it feels
I wanted to flex, they told me to chill (chill)
I'm makin' a flip (flip)
My life is a flick, come load up the film (gey)

I got me some paper, hired a butler and got me a waiter (whoa)
I wanna get married, but none of my shorties remind me of Jada
Or maybe I'm just too afraid to settle, I wish I was plannin' it different
I think it's a phase, I'm very conditioned
I'm stuck in my ways and scared of commitment, I'm very conflicted (ooh)
I got the drip and I'm saucy, ooh (buck, buck, buck)
ADHD, I'm a bad boy
I think I might just pull up in the 'Rari, ooh
I might just skrrtt up the Philly
They call me Big Willie, I think I'm Mike Lowrey, ooh
Ain't nothin' much you can tell me, I blew through a milli and threw me a party, ooh (buck, buck)

I know I'm the one
Damn it, I made it, I look at my son
I feel like I'm dreamin', he truly a blessin'
I'm really elated, I pray that he grow up like Willow or Jaden
I know that he will
I hope he look up to me like we used to look up to Phil
I know that's it's real
I lay a brick at a time for somethin' I know I can build
I learn it from Will

I know ain't nothin' got set us back (buck)
You take it from me, I get it back (buck, buck)
Me and my homies forever strapped (buck)
We roll up on 'em like Men in Black (bah)
I blow your chest through your head and back (yeah)
I think I done made a mess (mess)
I'm in Cali with a vest (hey)
That's the Wild Wild West (yeah)
I told my homies I'm good with the labels, I don't need to sign the dots (yeah)
They must not know me, they cannot control me 'cause I ain't no I, Robot (hey)
Yeah, I grew up on a legend and I gotta show it
I learned a lot from him and I owe it
Homie's my idol and don't even know it, ooh

I'm feelin' like Will (hey)
I feel like a prince, I'm feelin' myself (buck, buck)
I'm loaded with bills (ooh), 'cause I wasn't blessed with no Uncle Phil (blah)
Don't know how it feels (feels)
I wanted to flex, they told me to chill (chill)
I'm makin' a flip (flip)
My life is a flick, now load up the film

I'm goin' back to Maimi to meet with the cartel (ooh-ooh)
All of you rappers be runnin' 'round tellin' shark tales (hey-hey)
I was tryna make a flip when y'all was doin' cartwheels
The Pursuit of Happyness, I was rock bottom now I'm out spendin' large bills (oh)
And I got a shorty who stuck in a bubble, but I'm still love with her hustle (ooh)
Her body bangin' but she don't stop talkin', I wish that she come with a muzzle (ooh)
I don't know if I'm in love with the pieces or I'm just in love with the puzzle (Hey)
But I had to leave her 'cause I know these girls these days
Ain't nothin' but trouble (nothin' but trouble)

I know I'm the one
Damn it I made it, now look what I've done (buck, buck, buck)
I feel like I'm dreamin', I count all my blessings
I'm really elated, I know I Am Legend or one in the makin'
I know that it's real
I hope they look up to me like we used to look up to Phil
I know that you will
I lay a brick at a time for somethin' I know I can build

That's how we leave an impression (buck)
Yes, I believe in expression (hey)
I got some secrets and weapons (buck)
That might just leave a concussion (ah)
Give me three wishes, I think I'm Aladdin but there ain't no genie to bless us (yeah)
I ain't had nothin' just me and a heater at night, he be sleep on the dresser (word)
I cannot fold, I hit all my goals, I did it with pride (did it with pride)
Ain't nothin' worst than losin' your hero and couldn't say bye (couldn't say bye)
And we never know just when it's our time, and legends are gone and we don't know why
So before they go, look here go a toast so give 'em a rose while they still alive (buck)

I'm feelin' like Will (hey)
I feel like a prince, I'm feelin' myself (buck, buck)
I'm loaded with bills (ooh), 'cause I wasn't blessed with no Uncle Phil (blah)
Don't know how it feels (feels)
I wanted to flex, they told me to chill (chill)
I'm makin' a flip (flip)
My life is a flick, mmm

First, we're affected by what we know
When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes
That's the first thing I tell 'em
Get the information while you're here
Nothing worse than being stupid when you get out of school
So get the information, being broke is bad
But being stupid is what's really bad
And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid

Uh, this the shit I dreamed about when I was only four
Sugar, water, mac and cheese, we were broke and poor (yeah)
Court evictions, landlords never show remorse
Now I'm in the building, when they greet me, they gon' hold the door (yeah)
I never needed your acceptance, this is my destiny
I made devil's work and turned it into God's blessings
Can't knock me off the block, this is not Tetris
Life lessons, I learned tables turn, that's my assessment
They told me to be patient, but I need to flex (woo)
I'm so famous, I could finally hit JAY-Z direct (yeah)
I might hit up Drake, and tell him to send me the jet
I might drink Ciroc with Puff, if he send me a check (Word)
Lot of squares in my family, I could see the stress
Bunch of crabs in the bucket tryna eat my flesh
I ain't nothing like you niggas, I don't even rest
I don't sleep until I see success, I wish you the best (Joyner)
I ain't on no hating shit, I just want to get rich (word)
I don't do relationships, I don't want to commit
Lot of bitches did me dirty, ain't talked to me since
And now I'm insecure, closed off, but that's hard to admit (word)
I'm just thinking about the days you were making me jealous
Can't rain on my parade, when I'm made of umbrellas (woo)
F*ck it, they don't phase me, I don't stay in my feelings
Thought money would change me, but it changed all my niggas (facts)
I just bought a Lamborghini and painted the ceiling
I ain't bragging, I'm just happy I made me a million
ADHD, I was slow, now they label me brilliant
I'm proud of niggas like HOV, he made him a billion (yeah)
I hope I'll never go broke, tryna break through the ceilings
Fifty thousand on the low, I might make an appearance (yeah)
This that shit that made them kids run away from they parents
Nigga, I'm breaking your spirit (woo)
I told myself: "If I go out, then I'ma light my wrist" (boom)
If I die today, I'm happy for the life I live (blah, blah)
And my son is only three, he be like: "Mama rich"
Told him: "Go outside to play, just be inside by six" (ay)
I done made my niggas proud, you ain't gotta love me (good)
Give a f*ck about your opinion, only God could judge me (blah, blah)
I don't even write on paper, I just write on Tully (woo)
I'ma hire an assistant to make her write it for me (ayy)
This is me against the world, that's the mood I'm in (goddamn)
Hop up out the f*cking pussy like I'm new again (woo)
I remember they was calling me a hooligan
In special education, I just might go back to school again (woah)
Only hit it once, then I make her leave (woo, woo)
We ain't cuddling, I need some space to breathe (woo, woo)
If she f*ck me good, I let her stay 'til three (woo, woo)
No, I'm not your man, but we can make believe
Okay, you got a ass, that don't mean a thing to me
Stop acting like a brat, bitch, I ain't Jermaine Dupri (woo)
These pussy niggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' say to me
And they gon' beat me up, I told 'em that's some shit I'd pay to see (stupid)

And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid
Nothing much worse than that, unless you're sick
Like sick, broke and stupid
That's about as far as you can fall, unless you're ugly, right?
But surely that would be the ultimate, right?
The ultimate negative life: ugly, sick, broke and stupid

I turned my life into a movie, bitch, I think I'm Rocky (yeah)
I can't even wear my jewelry now, they think I'm cocky (ay, ay)
I know that I got myself if I ain't got nobody (buh, buh)
Just bought a pistol, I just hope that it ain't got no bodies (brat)
You gon' have to pay the price, if you get wishy washy (woo)
This a Talladega Night, I think I'm Ricky Bobby (bah, bah)
My advice: quit the music, get a different hobby
All you lil' niggas sound the same, just a different copy (woah)
And I bow my head and pray for this (woo, woo)
Yeah, I spill my guts and made a mess (woo, woo)
Shit, I ran on Mars and made a wish
Yeah, I stand on cars like Jaden Smith (yeah)
And I ball so hard, I sprain my wrist (bah)
If I shoot it, then I ain't gon' miss
Loyal nigga, so I ain't gon' switch (woo)
Blew my money at the strippy, it don't make no sense
Broke and stupid, shit will never be the same again

And what's really, really bad is being broke and stupid (stupid, stupid)