[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
Yo
Either you play the game or the game plays you (Facts)
And if you don't get the picture, nigga, change angles (Word)
We used to be broke, now our chains dangle (Yeah)
And before the theatre in my crib, it was plain cable (Mm)
Oh, oh you lame, ain't you? (Yeah)
And if you lame, you stay lame, money can't change you
I'm a bigger artist, and I don't care if we on the same label
I'll put a baby and a Plan B in the same cradle (Grr, baow)
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Gettin' rich was my only plan (Ayy)
'Cause you can't raise my son and have an OnlyFans (Facts)
Project windows was my only fans (Yеah)
Take my mama out the hood, that was my only plan (Joyner)
I'm an ovеrthinker that over-plans
You still throwin' haymakers, praying and hope it lands
My sins gon' kill me and I know it can
Like starin' down a barrel of that nine but I hope it jams (Grr, baow)
Why do niggas hate me? I can't find an answer (Uh)
They remind of some tumors, that's a lot of cancer
Or a lot of banter
Don't know if my son'll be disappointed or surprised after he finds out I'm Santa (Yeah)
In order to live I needed to know how I could hide the tantrums (Woah)
In order to get where I needed to go, I took a lot of slander (Facts)
And took a lot of chances (Yeah)
I told wifey, "I got rules, if you call and I'm with my ho, then I don't gotta answer" (Baow)
You say that I ain't shit, well, you may be right (Facts)
'Cause I can sell your mama drugs after I lay the pipe
I can sell a bitch dope after I raise the price
Fuck gettin' stabbed in the back, I'd rather face the knife
And I want all the smoke, this is not haze
This that homegrown Methadone, John Blaze (Huh)
I hate when you niggas act like you not phased (Woah)
I hate when my bitches act like they not slaves (Ah)
And I'm a born sinner, but I got saved (Joyner)
Show up to the church, then I got paid (Joyner)
I'm what God made (Brr)
And fuck a durag, I had so many brushes with death, I think I got waves
Lil' roach, I think I got Raid
Pest control on 'em, they got sprayed
The day you can picture givin' cops names
The day that you can picture A$AP Rocky without braids
Yo
Either you play the game or the game plays you (Facts)
And if you don't get the picture, nigga, change angles (Word)
We used to be broke, now our chains dangle (Yeah)
And before the theatre in my crib, it was plain cable (Mm)
Oh, oh you lame, ain't you? (Yeah)
And if you lame, you stay lame, money can't change you
I'm a bigger artist, and I don't care if we on the same label
I'll put a baby and a Plan B in the same cradle (Grr, baow)
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Gettin' rich was my only plan (Ayy)
'Cause you can't raise my son and have an OnlyFans (Facts)
Project windows was my only fans (Yеah)
Take my mama out the hood, that was my only plan (Joyner)
I'm an ovеrthinker that over-plans
You still throwin' haymakers, praying and hope it lands
My sins gon' kill me and I know it can
Like starin' down a barrel of that nine but I hope it jams (Grr, baow)
Why do niggas hate me? I can't find an answer (Uh)
They remind of some tumors, that's a lot of cancer
Or a lot of banter
Don't know if my son'll be disappointed or surprised after he finds out I'm Santa (Yeah)
In order to live I needed to know how I could hide the tantrums (Woah)
In order to get where I needed to go, I took a lot of slander (Facts)
And took a lot of chances (Yeah)
I told wifey, "I got rules, if you call and I'm with my ho, then I don't gotta answer" (Baow)
You say that I ain't shit, well, you may be right (Facts)
'Cause I can sell your mama drugs after I lay the pipe
I can sell a bitch dope after I raise the price
Fuck gettin' stabbed in the back, I'd rather face the knife
And I want all the smoke, this is not haze
This that homegrown Methadone, John Blaze (Huh)
I hate when you niggas act like you not phased (Woah)
I hate when my bitches act like they not slaves (Ah)
And I'm a born sinner, but I got saved (Joyner)
Show up to the church, then I got paid (Joyner)
I'm what God made (Brr)
And fuck a durag, I had so many brushes with death, I think I got waves
Lil' roach, I think I got Raid
Pest control on 'em, they got sprayed
The day you can picture givin' cops names
The day that you can picture A$AP Rocky without braids
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