Don Q - I'm Not Joyner lyrics

[Intro] This where we separate The boys from the men I'm not Joyner I am not Joyner You n***as really got me f**ed up It's 'bout to get real spooky Real real real spooky, you feel me? We ain't even gon' play with you not one bit, you feel me? I thought about lettin' you live a little bit But you gave me the gun, n***a You told me to shoot you in the f**in' head, n***a I guess you thought I would jam up or something This clip unlimited, n***a sh** don't stop with me Yeah (b**h) [Verse 1] This is when it gets spicy, you went to Funk Flex And started spittin' just like me, speak up if I'm lyin' You told me that you watched my freestyle hundreds of times Guess that's why you sound like me in a couple of lines (Yeah) You said memories don't die, my memory don't lie You literally went up there and mimicked me the whole time Puttin' n***as on the list, you tell the world it's false But when I seen you backstage you admitted to the sh** Perfect example of n***a tryna work up a scandal You ain't never played the first with the samples Turnin' yay to rock since 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with samples Pick the wrong person to amp you in front of this audience Now let's get more intense, hollows is stuffed in the 40 clip Oh Tory rich? I'll line the kid up like Tori Brixx I ain't none of these backpack rap cats you been goin' against Put money I'll back smack and start snatchin' all Tory's sh** I ain't Joyner Lucas, never went to college I'm a corner student Before the music white tainted pills and it's all-inclusive This ain't what you wanted stupid, I threw the bait Huge mistake, you 'bout to fall into it, show me your heart And don't you start the panic yet, this is only the start I'm 'bout to send you where it's lonely and dark, hold your remarks Ain't no f**in' street n***as out condonin' these marks Shells hit his body and they tore Tory apart Keep it a buck I really like your sh** And I give you respect 'cause you one of the few that write your sh** But that's besides the point (What up?) and whoever I stand beside will point And stretch 'em and bury the weapon so they never find the joint It's not a game, it's for respect, this is not for fame But I know if I finish you off, it's a lot to gain Caught a capela the tre' handle, then the rocket bang Jammed 'em in traffic, had bullets swervin' in and out of lanes We are not designed the same, you come to play or not? The .40 in the safety box, the .380 pocket change We all for it, they didn't call for it, but he called for it Sacrifice a rapper life, I'ma take yours for it Uh-oh, this a b**by trap, hope he fall for it 4-4, push his kuffi back, make him fall forward Before I get bodied by a singin' n***a, I'll body a singin' n***a And air out the choir while they sing to n***as Me and you can meet up right now, f** bringin' n***as Omar from The Wire with the shotty bunch of Stringer n***as War time about face, I don't gotta clout chase I don't gotta rap for nine minutes just to sound great You diss Joyner Lucas with his sound, oh that's foul play You diss Drake and took his style on your Love Me Now tape You ain't never trapped in a hooptie with out of town plates You ain't got no k**ers down waitin' on a trial date My youngin' in the feds and they hit 'em with a pound cake Five for a gun? Man that sh** doesn't even sound straight I slam Tory 'til the ground shake and the towel break FN make him moonwalk, y'all gon' make him cloud skate Y'all really think this clown safe? This gon' be an easy one With these headlines verse a n***a with a recedin' one I told you this your last straw, now you gotta eatin' one Livin' life on the tube 'til you got a breathin' one Believe in one, heaven or hell And dead bodies leave a hell of a smell and we ain't lettin' 'em yell Tie his mouth shut, hit the house up, cover the trail Like f** what you sell, my magazine double X-L Somebody tell Tory put on his hoodie and step out It's just me, I don't need Boogie to help out, n***a [Outro] Yeah I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout your sales, n***a Your followers, none of that sh** n***a Come outside, n***a, put your f**in' boots on, n***a Don't bring Boogie or none of that sh**, n***a I do this sh** for real, n***a You must be really ahead of your time, n***a You're 20 some years old with a 50 year old n***a hairline Get the f** out of here Tory, tell that n***a I still need my hook too n***a, ha R&B n***as out of f**in' pocket Gotta slap n***as around a little bit Show you n***as how ugly it can get Uh, b**h Where the ambulance? Why the man body still right there? The man ain't supposed to be layin' there Where the damn ambulance?