Yeah Yeah
My mother name me Joey...LRO
And I got my brother's with my on the tour bus
We don't read the blogs or the critics cuz they bore us
Panoramic view from the city to a forrest
Came along way from riding shotty on the short bus
Heavy metal sh**, Jack and a Cola
Jumpin' off these stages think I'm Zach DeLaRocha
Hype like coka, party like NoLa
Cla** all day, I keep my gla** on the coasters
Trashed when it's over, coke in the sofa
Post so many bonds shoulda been a stock broker
White Al Roker, tell you when this sh**'s cold
And you may never heard of me but I bet your b**h know
Flow so coke, you can feel it when it drips slow
And all she listen to is Joey and Diplo
Molly on her lip gloss
And I met her in Miami she was hangin' out with Rick Ross
Badder than the Bad Girls Club she'll be kicked off
Reality star burn out that was their loss
Oh I think it's my gain, but I don't need the migrane
So I'll "dodge her" down in Brooklyn like the 5 train
Focus
Fire a gun
We all need some one to lean on
I hate hearing you losers talkin' accomplishments
In my opinion not one of you has accomplished sh**
I only speak to agents who accredited
On bad days I only speak to who got medicine
If I don't respond it's cuz I know you're irrelevant
Either that or you depress me, you're a seditive
I'm a prophet the future is what I said it is
I'm King David the desert land is Connecticut
Been scoopin' b**hes, Paul Mitchell everyday
Barber shops for boy friends, come get you a fade
I'll cut up their gentleman like a side part
And instagram frame the f**in' square like it's fine art
Oh
Stop with all the co*k block
She don't trust herself inside a drop top
I call the whip Mardi Gras, you can go fill in the rest
Cuz I couldn't be so literal, we'll skip that like it's hopscotch
So I'll be at her at her door, know it's not locked
She said her man's a joke, lemme Knock Knock
Focus
Fire a gun
We all need some one to lean on
Lame boy, only worried bout your man bun
I been an underground king- word to that man Bun
Pockets on the jeans mean that you are gettin ran, son
We are on the way up, if you hit us, that's an "and one"
I got a virgin in the air, Richard Branson
Tryna k** Hollywood, Charles Manson
I was just a kid when I found my father's hand gun
Guess I was raised by a k**er, like Cam's son
Focus
Fire a gun
We all need some one to lean on