Lyrics:
frying dog, you frying with me? (fry with me)
If I'm dieing dog, you dieing with me? (die with me)
Just know when the beef come, we all busting our guns
two to tango
You call this a lame flow you bought the shit
I guess you to blame too I just found the angle
No more reality flow I'm tryna time my
rappers
A lot of green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the zeros
Meaning mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin’
make this cream
Member Wavey Joe fuckin up the radio
I took Scouse grime to them niggas and that's all on me
I'm the one they're gonna call on g
U
sweetfully in these tweets for me
My nigga, have some decency
You move too up and down, we can't align whicho frequency
My coyotes by the dozen, I can't keep
comes to mind when i'm on my flows
You might hate me
Just because my mind is twisted
But i'm r.a.p
Roll a bat as i get lifted
Rappers can't see
Why i'm so
and drivin MC's away
Tanks gon be full, to rappers want to tempt me
I break the steering shift and leave em EMPTY
Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe
Call me Efrem Zimbalist
Get me Bobby Kennedy
Then call Dave Ben-Gurion, too
Then tell Carol Baker I'm home now
Tell her Mastroianni sends love
I heard ya want to know about me,
Where I'm at and who I be
And why they call me Jumpsteady
I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
With
Yeah, yeah
HitREC●rd Joe
Ah!
Not one to jump the gun just for fun
But we livin' in the era where the people on the run
From the young
just to check on me!
He said he wanna light my neck And he ain't even get no neck
Call me At nine, two and ten, just to check!
He asked me where you
and they don't never call me
Them niggas can't perform they got the mic all the by they feet
Let me in the door I swear I'm what the game need
What it need
was young and mellow
Congratulations, you done turned me to a fuckin' rebel (yeah)
Yeah, I've been peeped by how you move like some new luggage (new
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
me,
Just my cup of joe.
Oh there's love inside me,
I believe there's one to be explodin',
It's tough for me, oh baby,
I can do worry,
Tell
October twenty third that was the day I was born
Way out in Indiana we surrounded by corn
My parents love the Lord, and they really love me
Growing
call me Joe Francis (They call me Joe)
Don't follow me you may see the devil dancing (Dancing, dancing)
Got a cult of bitches killing shit I'm Charles
on a miracle
But hoping for a change
I'd just settle for piece of mind
Shopping Cart Joe
That's what they call me
That's all they know
cinematic
Noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics
It's hood politics that bring the hunger back
I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack
King,
But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery,
Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard,
Dolly call us the shotty ma,
Y'all'll call up
boy cap more than Mitchell and Ness
I just smoked a whole blunt now I need me some sex
I wake up everyday feeling blessed
Not sponsored by Nike but I'm
exotic bro it turn that pussy vicious
Fighting demons with my angels like what is this
Take my time if I done rush I might just flip flip
Calling me a liar
fly
Up, up, here we go, go
Up, up, here we go, go
Let's fly
Up, up, here we go, go
I'm the greatest not your average Joe
Me and my gang, yeah, we back
(Listen)
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
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