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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 eatin' 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 pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin'

Can't fuck with you rappers, 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 bangin' 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 nothin' but

lies Why don't you holla like a sumo (sumo)

They say I talk like a chulo (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, little 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 and 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'll be alright now

I said ain't no love for 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 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 eatin' 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 askin' 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 punchin' the ceiling

But nothin' is stealing like anyone has any fuckin' ability

To even stick to a subject, it's killin' 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 hat

We need 3 stacks ASAP, and bring 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 They give me the snap though (lil' bitch)

And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big

But you've been takin' the dicks In the fuckin' back, ho (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 thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat 'em and kill again

'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again

Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the Manidon

It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein'

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, hey It's the moment y'all been waitin' for

Like California wishin' rain would pour And 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 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