[Intro]
Joyner, yeah
[Chorus]
I don't need no intro for you niggas, put my beat on (Yeah)
Take them bullshit rappers out your playlist and put me on (Yeah)
This the type of shit to blow the speakers out your Neon (Uh)
Not right now, I'm busy, ho, don't call me, I'm on Piedmont (Brr)
Hit me when the D gone (Uh)
Man, the block is hot, this ain't no street for you to speed on (Joyner)
Ever since a youngin, always knew one day I'd be on (Be on)
Sick and tired of strugglin', I know this ain't where I belong
[Verse 1]
No (Woah), this ain't where I belong (Yeah)
'Member they all laughed at me when I put my CD on (Huh)
Now I made some Ms and treat these bastards like some peons (Huh)
Show these pussy niggas I got somethin' for them to bleed on, yeah
And tonight, I'm gettin' my freak on (Freak on)
Broke up with my ho 'cause she too hard for me to cheat on
Way too many fishes in the sea for me to feed on (Yeah)
I got me some, hold up (Yeah), wait
To keep it one hunnid, I never gave up and it's prolly 'cause I got no patience
If I gotta bully my way in this bitch, then I'm doin' whatever it's takin'
But just when I feel like I'm growin', it seems all my niggas on the same shit (Yeah)
Funny, I'm thinkin' it's prolly the women that make all these niggas complacent (Uh)
I'm walkin' around my mansion, I'm thinking' 'bout days where I lived in the basement (Uh)
But I never changed up my circle, I'm still in the buildin' with niggas I came with (Joyner)
I look at the moves a nigga was makin' (Woah)
I should have been on the news for all of the rules a nigga was breakin' (Yeah), uh
I know I'm leavin' they stomach in knots (Uh)
I live my life like a demon, I wonder if Jesus still love me or not (Uh)
I tried to keep 'em from puttin' they hands on the stove when the oven was hot (Uh)
This oughta be the best version of me when they want me to be stuck in a box
I ain't got time to fuck with the clock, I'm duckin' the feds, I'm runnin' the block
I'm feelin' like Pac in Juice, I'm jumpin' on roofs when niggas are runnin' from cops
I swerve to the right, a word of advice, don't ever pretend to be somethin' you're not
And I'm always gon' be around whether you love me or not, bitch
Joyner, yeah
[Chorus]
I don't need no intro for you niggas, put my beat on (Yeah)
Take them bullshit rappers out your playlist and put me on (Yeah)
This the type of shit to blow the speakers out your Neon (Uh)
Not right now, I'm busy, ho, don't call me, I'm on Piedmont (Brr)
Hit me when the D gone (Uh)
Man, the block is hot, this ain't no street for you to speed on (Joyner)
Ever since a youngin, always knew one day I'd be on (Be on)
Sick and tired of strugglin', I know this ain't where I belong
[Verse 1]
No (Woah), this ain't where I belong (Yeah)
'Member they all laughed at me when I put my CD on (Huh)
Now I made some Ms and treat these bastards like some peons (Huh)
Show these pussy niggas I got somethin' for them to bleed on, yeah
And tonight, I'm gettin' my freak on (Freak on)
Broke up with my ho 'cause she too hard for me to cheat on
Way too many fishes in the sea for me to feed on (Yeah)
I got me some, hold up (Yeah), wait
To keep it one hunnid, I never gave up and it's prolly 'cause I got no patience
If I gotta bully my way in this bitch, then I'm doin' whatever it's takin'
But just when I feel like I'm growin', it seems all my niggas on the same shit (Yeah)
Funny, I'm thinkin' it's prolly the women that make all these niggas complacent (Uh)
I'm walkin' around my mansion, I'm thinking' 'bout days where I lived in the basement (Uh)
But I never changed up my circle, I'm still in the buildin' with niggas I came with (Joyner)
I look at the moves a nigga was makin' (Woah)
I should have been on the news for all of the rules a nigga was breakin' (Yeah), uh
I know I'm leavin' they stomach in knots (Uh)
I live my life like a demon, I wonder if Jesus still love me or not (Uh)
I tried to keep 'em from puttin' they hands on the stove when the oven was hot (Uh)
This oughta be the best version of me when they want me to be stuck in a box
I ain't got time to fuck with the clock, I'm duckin' the feds, I'm runnin' the block
I'm feelin' like Pac in Juice, I'm jumpin' on roofs when niggas are runnin' from cops
I swerve to the right, a word of advice, don't ever pretend to be somethin' you're not
And I'm always gon' be around whether you love me or not, bitch
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