Lyrics:
it
Bad man so prove it
Mad man I lose it
Same energy in real life as in music
Met him by the Pool dropped a Q
Told him move it
Text me hour later
Oracle arouse, niggas don't even run for cover right
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old
Don't tell me that shit didn't record, man
Alright, let's try this again
My name is Joyner Lucas
I'm from Worcester, Massachusetts
And, uh
By
get here
What, how is this me
Hold up, is this real life
Slow up, is this tv
Grandma told me and she showed me
My days numbered by obedience
If I
Winners on
Big O in the booth
Dinnerzone
Daddy man in the crib when the kid is home
How you mad how I live but consider
Grown
People need to hate me just
my grave
Big dreams from a small mind
Mama told me chase my dreams through the hard times
If I get it by myself than its all mine
Buncha bad bitches
came along. I had choices to make...
Dreams take time...
Time goes by...
When does it disappear?
How can you get so far off the track?
Why don't
Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya
Off your feet with
one thing to say, man, yo
Somebody's gonna catch a body
Low A, trust me
Right about now, we gon' bring out some spitters
And you see this stage,
(What? What? What?)
Should I step with the Dots
Or the six-shot one
I don't know 'cause i'm indecisive
I lose composure when the opps get sighted
I'm still
and said, "get in, you old fool"
She offered her keys, cried and said, "please!"
She promised not to tell and give me a's and be's
I said, "I want your money,
the demons
And I can still hear you singin', sometimes it helps me relax
When I get deep in my feelings or when I need to unpack
Or when I start to lose focus
Cause this is my life
In the Nighttime
When Them Lights On
Still grinding I ain't going Home
Gotta get right and Gotta Stay strong
Cause this my life
'm really bad, no I'm Michael Jackson Bad
(Hee-hee!)
Kinda glad, took this long to get it through my big 'ol head
Now go by as Thriller man, BPM killa man
play the victim
Got too much inside my skull She gon kill me by the venom
Get the fuck out my way Bitch I'm done tryna play
I dont care bout you say
Act like ya knew, act like ya knew, act like ya knew bitch go and get a clue bitch
Act like ya knew, i was out robbin liquor stores when you was
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
the llama
I drive through in the blue gator bomber
Heaven or Hell'll prevail when I'm a goner
'Cause I eat up tracks
Like Hannibal and Dahmer
I'm the first
rocks bein' sold, then motherfucker
If you live to see 40, then you old
An' me bein' the way I am, if the Devil close to me
That's the reason why I
went to my block
Seen my old crib remind me
Back when I was babyfaced
Innocent lil jit
Harder than I ever was
See it when I'm walking
Walk down, I ain't
you go inside the freezer, ice cubes smell like cologne
That mean someone was at your house when you was not at home
Man, I swear to God
You get
[Tonic]
Break yourself and don't try ta
Front on your man T O N I the C, don't even try to lie to me
If it's real then you know how it's gotta be
barber shop round the corner
thats like 30 man in one space
Hot in there like a sauna
Lived in SE9 by then
So me I gotta treck if I see my friends
it's all a ruse
I wanna get sick when I smell his cologne
I've gotta act now and remove him from his throne
You're such a big man
I'm such a big fan
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