[Chorus 1: Joyner Lucas]
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 (Yah I said it)
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, woo!
[Chorus 2: Joyner Lucas]
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
[Verse 1: Andy O.]
My back to the pulpit, I'm actually grabbing the culprit
Attracting a passionate movement
My bracket of tax is inclusive
You lack then you move in. Hispanic or black or excluded
I knew it would happen i actually managed to prove it
Fuck Platinum, what matters is music
A tack could match the raps protrusion
Attaching the facts to the proof. Not in class with the students
I’d rather do classics til plaques are included and math is improved
I’m subtracting your habits and I’m adding the truth
Man I’m moving you back or I’m cracking your skull. I’m elusive
No pats on the back nigga just Massachusetts
I’m strapped with a pad and a pen and I’m wacking you plants
Pull your track from the stem and put venom in the grass til you wilt
Jump the canyon. I’m practically Will
Nah I’m Brady in the fourth
Man they really would hate when I was poor
Used to take a little more for lunch when I was laying on floor
Composing didn't know what it was for
Not motivated by the bling. Abada boom. I'm bouta bring a lotta news
I’m 22 but I been through a lot of things
Tied your noose. I’m on the brink of executing all in sync
I got Medusa looking at me so I wink. I’m on the brink so nigga
Ain’t no love for the other side, I don't think you really want smoke
Cuz when I die I’m going out as the underdog who never lost hope
Made my own path and my own lane nigga, now i’m going off-road
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast, I just bought a fuckin lawn mower
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 (Yah I said it)
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, woo!
[Chorus 2: Joyner Lucas]
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
[Verse 1: Andy O.]
My back to the pulpit, I'm actually grabbing the culprit
Attracting a passionate movement
My bracket of tax is inclusive
You lack then you move in. Hispanic or black or excluded
I knew it would happen i actually managed to prove it
Fuck Platinum, what matters is music
A tack could match the raps protrusion
Attaching the facts to the proof. Not in class with the students
I’d rather do classics til plaques are included and math is improved
I’m subtracting your habits and I’m adding the truth
Man I’m moving you back or I’m cracking your skull. I’m elusive
No pats on the back nigga just Massachusetts
I’m strapped with a pad and a pen and I’m wacking you plants
Pull your track from the stem and put venom in the grass til you wilt
Jump the canyon. I’m practically Will
Nah I’m Brady in the fourth
Man they really would hate when I was poor
Used to take a little more for lunch when I was laying on floor
Composing didn't know what it was for
Not motivated by the bling. Abada boom. I'm bouta bring a lotta news
I’m 22 but I been through a lot of things
Tied your noose. I’m on the brink of executing all in sync
I got Medusa looking at me so I wink. I’m on the brink so nigga
Ain’t no love for the other side, I don't think you really want smoke
Cuz when I die I’m going out as the underdog who never lost hope
Made my own path and my own lane nigga, now i’m going off-road
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast, I just bought a fuckin lawn mower
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