Joyner Lucas - FYM lyrics

[Verse 1 – Joyner Lucas] Picture me putting my city all over the map They wasn't believers, I had to get even at math Be coming, I'm pulling and jumping all over your gra** So tell all my b**hes I got a new girl Tell the police that I'm robbing the bank and I want all of my fifty's in cash b**h, I'm tired of living, check the cheque I need twenty models and some extra s** Smiling in my grave, b**h I'm fresh to d**h I've been drinking Wu-Tang with Inspectah Deck (getting drunk) Yeah, I got some sh** that I just gotta get off my chest I can admit 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 skurt 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 waiting for so long I've been patient for so long Breaking 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, hoe I think the pleasure's all mine sh**, they've been clocking me so long, I think they lost time [Hook/Chorus 1 – Joyner Lucas] Ooh you lost your mind, n***a f** you mean Goddamn it, n***a f** you mean And I don't trust a muthaf**ing soul What the f** you mean Hol' up, whoa whoa whoa whoa What the f** you mean [Verse 2 – Joyner Lucas] Don't know what you think, compare me to n***as is nothing Adrenaline [pumping, and blood will be leaking and running] sh**, I do what I do, I don't care if you like it or love it Tell all of my b**hes I got a new girl And tell the police that I'm robbing the bank and I want all my money in hundreds b**h, I'm tired of living on the edge I wanna sell d** but they gon' call the feds I just bought a brick and that sh** cost an arm and leg My momma told me take it back and get a job instead (Where's your common sense, n***a?) Me and the devil got too much in common, I swear Born in the ghetto I never had nothing 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 Ca**ie, ask her if she broke up with Diddy yet I said shawty, if she's talking I ain't hitting it Cause she gon' call her friends up and brag about the sh** we did Whoa I ain't into pillow talking, go chop off your lips If I ain't in your top ten, go dive off a bridge My block boys got Glock fours that'll knock off your lid I doubt you gon' pop off, so hop off my dick Whoo! [Hook/Chorus 2 – Joyner Lucas] n***a, f** you mean Goddamn it, I said f** you mean Listen, I don't trust a muthaf**ing soul n***a, no, n***a, f** you mean Whoa whoa whoa whoa What the f** you mean [Verse 3 – Mystikal] You thought I was finished, you thought it was over You thought I retired, you thought I went fishing with Kobe n***a, I'm still as the illest considered as one of the coldest Still-a put a part in a rapper head like Moses I'm throwback like I'm Motorola But hoe, I'm cooler than a cup of yoghurt Black flag Crip boy truck soldier I'm cool with drug lords and i got Tolas Rap god cyclops and all the b**h I'm King Kong ain't no body told ya f** you think throats still smooth Aww f** it I'm Bobby Brown, I'm bout to go get loaded Retarded Paul McCartney b**h I'm rich I'm a humble Ali i talk sh** I'm James Brown bout to tear down this b**h I'm Michael Jackson b**h I'm bad as bad gone get f** You Mean? [Outro – Joyner Lucas] Yo, wa**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 [Voicemail – Baby Momma] 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 that you stay in the studio laying something down Slanging mixtapes but you have yet to bring home diapers and lay your kid down and go to sleep On Snapchat talking 'bout, “Where's the plug?” Like I'm showing you got national b**h better cut my lights back on Like a dollar isn't ma** career and you can't even come home and give us a dollar for milk I'm not doing this with you Keep it 100 my n***a