[Intro]
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Whoa, Joyner, Joyner
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Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
[Bridge (1)]
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I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it
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All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it
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I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon
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Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules
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I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose
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Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food
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Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you
Fuck you too, woo!
[Chorus (1)]
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Bbm
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Ebm F
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Bbm
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Ebm F
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
[Verse 1]
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Bbm
Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you, all of you finished
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Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
F
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
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Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
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Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'
F
You mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'
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I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine
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I do not fuck with you guys
F
If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
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I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
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Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
F
My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
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I run at you hard like a sumo sumo
They say I talk like a chulo chulo
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I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno woo
F
Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo rah
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You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop 4 like a Uno bup
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Callate boca mejor, maricon, little puto, and all of you culo
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They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto
Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
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Shit get relevant until the beef die down
F
In truth a nigga just really want me tied down
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I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down
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Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
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I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
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I said ain't no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke Joyner
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When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope
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You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
Nigga, wrong way, wrong road
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Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
F
I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower
[Bridge (2)]
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Bbm
I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it
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I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Fuck's the difference?
F
I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full
I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me
Fuck you think? woo!
[Verse 2]
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I got a couple of mansions
Gbmaj7
Still I don't have any manners
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You got a couple of ghost writers
Gbmaj7
But to these kids it don't actually matter
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They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hiphop?"
Gbmaj7
I said, "I don't have any answers."
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'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
Gbmaj7
It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
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And actually comin' from humble beginnings
Gbmaj7
I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
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I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!"
Gbmaj7
We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling
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But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability
Gbmaj7
To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me
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The inability to pin humility
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Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of
Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em!
Gbmaj7
Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
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Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Gbmaj7
Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck a
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Bout the ones that were here before you to make raps Let's
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recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
Gbmaj7
ADATs, where the G Rap's and Kane's at?
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We need 3 stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap
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I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat
That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that
F
But I think it's inevitable
They know what button to press or what lever to pull
To get me to snap though lil bitch
And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger
But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho' get it?
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On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
Gbmaj7
Everything wit' acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
Bbm
I'm asleep at the wheel again
Gbmaj7
As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
Of another beat I'ma kill again
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'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Gbmaj7
Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
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It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
Gbmaj7
And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
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Levels to this shit, I got an elevator
Gbmaj7
You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
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I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Gbmaj7
Nobody could ever take away the legacy, I made a navigator
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Motherfucker know I got a right to be this way
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I got spite inside my DNA
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But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
Like California wishin' rain would pour in that drought
Y'all have been prayin' for
My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall, that outlaw
That they say as a writer might've fell off
I'm back on that bull like the cowboys
[Chorus (2)]
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Bbm
So y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Ebm F
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Bbm
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Ebm F
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice