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Joyner Lucas

Gary Maurice "Joyner" Lucas, Jr. (born August 17, 1988) is an American poet, singer, rapper and songwriter from Worcester, Massachusetts currently signed to Atlantic Records. He gained widespread exposure and critical acclaim after the release of his single "Ross Capicchioni" in 2015. In 2017, he released his fourth mixtape (and first on a major label). more »

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Ayy
F*ck you niggas talking 'bout, bitch? (Oh)
Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail
Well, nigga, I'm poppin' out, bitch (Joyner)
Hittin' my stance, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket dial, bitch
Stick to my plan, got plenty ammo in my van, I'm hoppin' out, bitch
They done got a nigga started, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch
Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch
Bring smoke to you niggas, no Black & Milds, bitch
F*ck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch

This the type of shit'll make a nigga hide behind a heater
Type of shit that make a nigga aim a choppa at the Bimmer
Used to be the underdog, now I'm rockin' out arenas
Everything I touch is water and I got about a liter
This is not no Aquafina, this PH3
Tell your off springs, I'm D-A-D
And you bitch say I'm her B-A-E
And I love it when she give me H-E-A-D (Joyner)
She know I'ma kill that C-A-T (hey)
Bandana tied like B-A-C (hey)
I don't even get high off THC
I got a natural vibe, ADHD
I've been B-A-D since I was like two (facts)
Nigga, I am the truth
I put my life on it, I'll die in the booth (ayy)
Couldn't touch me with a fly masseuse
Street nigga, but I still look fly in a suit (fly in a suit)
I'm the guy on the roof, I'm not gangbanger, they lyin' to you
I'm actually the guy that they hire to shoot (bah, bah, yeah)
I've been dyin' to shoot
I don't like rules, I'm tired of rules
I'm presidential, that's how I introduce
Make one phone call, I fly in the troops (yeah)

This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (yeah)
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (duck)
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (duck)

And I ain't wanna do it, but that's what they ask for
Niggas ask for so much that I had to act poor
And I might just sleep on the Maybach floor
I got a safe big enough to put a fuckin' backdoor 
I got a Wraith big enough to put a fuckin' RAV4
Way before I had a Lambo, used to push a RAV4
Record labels had my demo, they were pushin' fast forward
Now I make so much money, that I'm startin' to act bored (oh)
This shit get way too real, my nigga
You gon' f*ck around and make me go to jail, my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit, I say and I do what I feel, my nigga
Joyner Lucas ain't got no chill, my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Atlantic got me back when I was starvin'
I was doin' anything to get my niggas to put up the mills, my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Once them niggas set me free
Then I became the biggest independent artist in the motherfuckin' world, my nigga
I got stick up kids with me, they need jobs
I put a sign on your chain that say, "Please, rob" (please, rob)
Just a beehive, to beat me you need a mob and you need God
Might need King Kong and a tree top
Couldn't even picture with a screenshot (With a screenshot)
If Eve gave me the apple, I'd be Steve Jobs
Don't give me advice, go read on Wikipedia, huh
Swervin' on 'em 'til I hit the fuckin' medium, huh
Speedin' on 'em, I ain't talkin' 'bout Expedia, huh
Ball on 'em, I ain't talkin' 'bout leukemia, huh
I caught a body, hopped out of the both (Joyner)

This a landmine, you gon' die if you move (yeah)
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose 
Duck, duck, goose, nigga, I'm the goose (nigga, I'm the goose)

Hol' up
F*ck you niggas talking 'bout, bitch? (Oh)
Before I made mills, they was hopin' I fail
Well, nigga, I'm poppin' out, bitch (Joyner)
Hittin' my stance, I still got your ho on my pants, like a pocket dial, bitch
Stick to my plan, got plenty ammo in my van, I'm hoppin' out, bitch
They done got a nigga started, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch
Can't walk in my shoes, these crocodile, bitch
Bring smoke to you niggas, no Black & Milds, bitch
F*ck it, I'm blackin' out, bitch

It's the type of shit that made a nigga wanna catch a body
It's the shit that made a nigga say that I'm Illuminati
Same shit that made me turn my killing spree to a hobby
It's a duck, duck, goose, if they ever wan' try me

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