Woah. Joyner Joyner. Yeah yeah yeah. 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. 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 eating long enough. It's my turn to cut the food. Pass the plate. Where my drink?. This my day. Lucky you. Fuck you too woah!. 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 how 'bout I shoot?. Y'all gotta move y'all gotta move. give me the juice. Back on my bullshit my back to the wall. Turn my back on you all and you're finished. Back to these bullets it's back to the job. Put my MAC on and all of you runnin'. Back on my hood shit it's back to the pushing. These packs and I'm actually pumpin'. Can't fuck what you rapping you practically suckin'. You might've went platinum but that don't mean nothin'. I'm actually buzzin' this time. Straight out the kitchen I told them the oven is mine. I do not fuck with you guys. If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time. I ain't no gangster but I got some banging. Some chains and some blades in and a couple of knives. Choppers and jammies a partridge in a pear tree. My twelve days of Christmas was nothing but lies. Why don't you holla like a sumo (sumo). They say I talk like a chulo. I live in Mars I'm not Bruno. Bitch I'm a dog call me Cujo. You play your cards I reverse on you all. And I might just drop four like an Uno. Cállate boca mejor maricón liltle puto and all of you culo. They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto. lookin' for something that prolly can never find out. Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now. What you would nigga? You really want me tied down. I've been alone I never needed nobody. Just only me and my shotty. I'll tell these niggas to lie down. Keep all of the money I never wanted the lifestyle. I just pray to God that my son be alright now. I said ain't no love for the other side. or anyone who ever want smoke. When I die I'm going out as the underdog. who never lost hope. You in the wrong cab down the wrong path. Nigga wrong way wrong road. Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast. I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower. I have said a lotta things in my day. I admit it this is payback in a way. I regret it that I did it. 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?. 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 eating long enough. Man my stomach should be full. I just ate lick the plate my buffet. Lucky me. Fuck you think? (woo!). I got a couple of mansions still I don't have any manners. You got a couple of ghost writers. but to these kids it don't actually matter. They're asking me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop? ". I said "I don't have any answers". 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album. it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers. And actually coming from humble beginnings. I'm somewhat of uncomfortable winning. I wish I could say "what a wonderful feeling". We're on the upswing. like we're punching the ceiling. But nothing is stealing like anyone has any fucking ability. To even stick to a subject it's killing me. the inability to pin humility. Hatata batata. "Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin'. And mumble" and fuck it. I'm goin' for the jugular. Shit is a circus you clowns that are comin' up. Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck. About the ones that were here before you to make raps. it's recap. Way back MC's that. Recap and tape decks. Eight DATs with the G raps and. Kane's at we need three stacks. ASAP and bring lap Masta Ace back. Because half of these rappers have brain damage. All the lean rappin' face tats. syruped out like tree sap. I don't hate trap and I don't wanna seem mad but in fact. With a old-me at the same cat that would take that. Feedback and aim back I need that. But I think it's inevitable. They all got button to press. or a lever to pull. It gives me the snap though (little bitch). And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big. But you've been taking the dicks. On the fuckin' gag hoe (get it?). On the brink in a minute. Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything. With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits. I'ma sleep at the wheel again. As I peak into thinking about an evil intent. Of another beat 'em and kill again. 'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again. Even ketamine or methamphetamine. With the Manidon it better be at least 70 to 300mg. And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up being a villain again. Levels to this shit I got an elevator. You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker. I sound like a broken record every time I break a record. Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made a navigator. Motherfucker never got a right to be this way. I got spite inside my DNA. But I work 'til the wheels fall off I'm workin' tirelessly aye. It's the moment y'all been waiting for. Like California wishin' rain'd pour. And that drought y'all have been praying for. My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw. Still the same Marshall that outlaw. That they say is a writer might've fell off. But back on that bull like the cowboys. So y'all gotta move (yeah). y'all gotta move (yeah). y'all gotta move. Give me some room give me some room give me the juice. Hop out the coupe hop out the coupe how 'bout I shoot?. Y'all gotta move y'all gotta move. give me the juice