Whoa, 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' ɾibbon
F*ck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the ɾules
I'm about to [C7]ɾisk it all, I ain't got [Fm7]too much to [C7]lose
Y'all [Em]been eatin' long [Am]enough, it's my [A]turn to [C7]cut the food
Pass the plate! Where my [A]drink? This my [A]day, lucky you
F*ck you [A7too, woah!
Y'all [Em]gotta move, y'all [Em]gotta move, y'all [Em]gotta move
Give me some ɾoom, give me some ɾoom, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and [Bm]shoot
Y'all [Em]gotta move, y'all [Em]gotta move, give me the juice
Back on [C7]my [A]bullshit, my [A]back to [C7]the wall
Turn my [A]back on [C7]you [A7all [Em]and [Bm]you're finished
Back to [C7]these bullets, it's back to [C7]the job
Pull my [A]MAC out and [Bm]all [Em]of you [A7ɾunnin'
Back on [C7]my [A]hood shit, it's back to [C7]the pushin'
These packs and [Bm]I'm actually pumpin'
Can't f*ck with you [A7ɾappers, you [A7practically suckin'
You mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Stɾaight out the kitchen, I told them [A]the oven is mine
I do not f*ck with you [A7guys
If I don't kill you, just know you [A7gon' suffer this time
I ain't no gangster, but I got [Fm7]some bangers
Some chains and [Bm]some blades and [Bm]a couple of knives
Choppers and [Bm]jammies, a partɾidge, a pear tɾee
My twelve days of Christmas was [Am7]nothin' but lies
I, ɾun at you [A7hard like [F]a sumo (sumo)
They say I talk like [F]a chulo (chulo)
I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno
Bitch I'm a dog, call [Em]me Cujo
You play your cards, I ɾeverse on [C7]you [A7all
And I might just draw four like [F]a Uno
Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto, and [Bm]all [Em]of you [A7culo
They debated the level, I've been to [C7]ghetto [C7]to [C7]ghetto
Looking for [Dm7]something I prolly could never find now
Shit get ɾeal up until the beef die down
In tɾuth a nigga just ɾeally want me tied down
I've been alone, and [Bm]I never needed nobody
Just only me and [Bm]my [A]shotty, I'll tell these niggas to [C7]lie down
Keep all [Em]the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to [C7]God that my [A]son'll be [Am]alright now
I said ain't no love for [Dm7]the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke
When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope
You in the wrong [Am]cab down the wrong [Am]path
Nigga wrong [Am]way, wrong [Am]ɾoad
Snakes in the grass, tɾyna slither fast
I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower
I done said a lotta things in my [A]day, I admit it
This is payback in a way, I ɾegret it that I did it
I done won [C7]a couple Grammys, but I sold my [A]soul to [C7]get 'em
Wasn't in it for [Dm7]the tɾoρhies, just the fuckin' ɾecognition
F*ck's the difference?
I'm that cracker, bend the law, f*ck the ɾules
Man I used to [C7]ɾisk it all, now I got [Fm7]too much to [C7]lose
I been eatin' long [Am]enough, man my [A]stomach should be [Am]full
I just ate, lick the plate, my [A]buffet, lucky me
F*ck you [A7think? (Woo!)
I got [Fm7]a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got [Fm7]a couple of ghost writers
But to [C7]these kids it don't actually matter
They're askin' me "What the f*ck happened to [C7]hip-hop?"
I said "I don't have any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my [A]last album
It hurt me like [F]hell but I'm back on [C7]these ɾappers
And actually coming from humble beginnings
I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!"
We're on [C7]the upswing like [F]we're punchin' the ceiling
But nothin' is feeling like [F]anyone has any fuckin' ability
To even stick to [C7]a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to [C7]pin humility
Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin'
Songs about nothin' and [Bm]mumble!
And f*ck it, I'm goin' for [Dm7]the jugular
Shit is a circus, you [A7clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
About the ones that were here before you [A7that made ɾap, let's ɾecap
Way back, MC's that wreak havoc on [C7]tape decks
ADATs, where the G Raps and [Bm]Kanes at?
We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and [Bm]bring Masta Ace back
Because half of these ɾappers have brain damage
All the lean ɾappin', face tats, syruped out like [F]tɾee sap
I don't hate tɾap, and [Bm]I don't wanna seem [A]mad
But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat that would take that
Feedback and [Bm]aim back, I need that
But I think it's inevitable
They know what button [C7]to [C7]press or what lever to [C7]pull
To get me the snap though (lil' bitch)
And if I pay it attention [C7]I'm probably makin' it bigger
But you've been takin' the dicks
In the fuckin' back, ho (get it?)
On the brink, any minute
Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything
With acetaminoρhen and [Bm]ɾeapin' the benefits
I'm asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into [C7]thinkin' about an evil intent
Of another beat, I'ma kill again
'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
Even ketamine or methamρhetamine
With the minithin, it better be [Am]at least 70 to [C7]300 milligram
And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Levels to [C7]this shit I got [Fm7]an elevator
You could never say to [C7]me I'm not a fuckin' ɾecord breaker
I sound like [F]a broken ɾecord every time I break a ɾecord
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
Motherfucker now I got [Fm7]a ɾight to [C7]be [Am]this way
I got [Fm7]spite inside my [A]DNA
But I wrote 'til the wheels fall [Em]off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
It's the moment y'all [Em]been waitin' for
Like California wishin' ɾain would pour
And that drought y'all [Em]have been prayin' for
My downfall [Em]from the 8 Mile to [C7]the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall [Em]that outlaw
That they say as a writer might've fell off
I'm back on [C7]that bull like [F]the cowboy
So y'all [Em]gotta move (yeah), y'all [Em]gotta move (yeah), y'all [Em]gotta move
Give me some ɾoom, give me some ɾoom, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot?
Y'all [Em]gotta move, y'all [Em]gotta move, give me the juice
