♪♪ ♪ Pitchin' me, puttin' my city all over the map ♪ ♪ They wasn't believers, I had to get even and mad ♪ ♪ We comin' up, pullin' up, jumpin' all over your grass ♪ ♪ So tell all my bitches I got a new girl ♪ ♪ Tell the police that I'm robbin' a bank and I want all my fifties in cash ♪ ♪ Bitch, I'm tired of livin' check to check ♪ ♪ I need twenty models and some extra *** ♪ ♪ Smilin' in my grave, bitch, I'm fresh to death ♪ ♪ I've been drinkin' Wu-Tang with a speck of deck, gettin' drunk, yeah ♪ ♪ I got some *** that I gotta just get off my chest ♪ ♪ I cannot miss, I got lots on my list and you next ♪ ♪ Take it how you want it, I ain't famous like I want it ♪ ♪ But I think I might just skirt off, blow the speakers and turn off ♪ ♪ Pop a bottle of Smirnoff, go to church with my shirt off ♪ ♪ Tell the Lord that I'm here now, I've been waitin' for so long ♪ ♪ I've been patient for so long, breakin' rules like there's no laws and I did it for a long time ♪ ♪ If you don't like me, take a ticket, there's a long line ♪ ♪ Nice to meet me, ho, I think the pleasure's all mine ♪ ♪ ***, they been clockin' me so long, I think they lost time ♪ ♪ Ooh, you lost your mind, nigga, *** you, man, woo! ♪ ♪ Hold up, God damn it, nigga, *** you, man, woo! ♪ ♪ And I don't trust a mother***in' soul, what the *** you, man, woo! ♪ ♪ Hold up, woah, woah, woah, woah, what the *** you, man, woo! ♪ ♪ Don't know what you thinkin', compare me to niggas and nothin' ♪ ♪ Adrenaline poppin', the blood'll be lickin' and runnin' ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Should I do what I do, I don't care if you like it or love it ♪ ♪ Tell all of my bitches I got a new girl, wait, yeah ♪ ♪ You tell the police that I'm robbin' the bank and I wonder my money at hundreds ♪ ♪ Bitch, I'm tired of livin' on an edge, I wanna sell drugs, but they gon' call the feds, woo ♪ ♪ I just brought a Brick and that *** cost an arm and leg, ooh ♪ ♪ My mama told me, take it back and get a job instead, bitch, a common sense, nigga, ji-ji-jiji! ♪ ♪ Me and the devil got too much in common, I swear ♪ ♪ Born in the ghetto, I never had nothin' to fear ♪ ♪ Take it how you want it, I ain't famous like I want it, so I might just throw a hissy fit ♪ ♪ Call up Cassie after she broke up with Diddy, yeah ♪ ♪ I told Shorty if she talkin', I ain't hittin' it, cos she gon' call her friends up and brag about the *** we did, whoa ♪ ♪ I ain't in the pillow talk, you ain't gon' chop off your lips, yeah ♪ ♪ If I ain't in your top ten, gon' dive off a bridge, wow ♪ ♪ My black boys are glock boys that knock off your lens, I doubt y'all gon' pop off, so hop off my dick, ooh! ♪ ♪ Nigga, *** you, man, ooh! ♪ ♪ *** Sam and I say, *** you, man, ooh! ♪ ♪ Listen, I don't trust a mother***in' soul, nigga, no, nigga, *** you, man! ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what the ***, you, man, ooh! ♪ ... You thought I was finished, you thought it was over You thought I retired, you thought I went fishin' with Kobe Nigga, I'm still as ill as, considered as one of the coldest Still a put up partner, rapper here like Moses Mmm-hmm, I'm throwback like I'm Molly Roller But ho, I'm cooler than a cup of yogurt Black flag, drip, board, truck, soldier I'm cool with drug laws and Ayatollahs Rap gods like Klops and Olga Bitch I'm King Kong, ain't nobody told ya *** you think, broke still smoke All ***in' up by the brown, bout to go get loaned Retarded Paul McCartney, bitch, I'm rich I'm Muhammad Ali, y'all talk *** I'm James Brown, bout to tear down this bitch I'm Michael Jackson, bitch, I'm bad as bag on get Ow! *** you, man! *** you, man! Yo, what's up? This is Joyner. I'm unable to take your call right now. Leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you. Peace. Yo, this is the third time this week that you failed to pick up your son. And I'm just so confused. Like, I find it funny how you swear you're in the studio laying something down, slinging mixtapes, but you've yet to bring home diapers and lay your kid down and go to sleep. On Snapchat, talking about, where's the plug? Like, I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. Like, I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I'm sure there's a plug. I can't hear, man. I can't hear. Where's the plug? What? Where's the plug? I can't hear. Okay. What? I can't hear! I can't hear. Why did you pick up those things, Joyner? I picked up the diapers and lay your kid down and go to sleep. On Snapchat, talking about, where's the plug?