Joyner Lucas - Bank Account lyrics

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Joyner Lucas - Bank Account lyrics

[Hook] I’m willing to die for this sh** I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this sh** So my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion I end up surviving this sh** And if I want a son, I ain’t got the money I’ll probably be robbing this sh** Don’t know how much I cry for this sh** Said I am willing to ride for this sh** You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and sh** n***as say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and sh** Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this sh** [Verse] b**h I’m a savage I spit at you ba*tards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe I need to hear some more rapping I’m just not impressed by your cash or your j**elry hoe All you my soldiers and I’m a lieutenant Goddammit you should be saluting me hoe I hope you know I ain’t going nowhere All you rappers just better get used to me hoe n***a, I’m Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a Jeep, cos I wasn’t riding as much My bank account looking weak, don’t look at me, I ain’t got no time for no fun Starting to feel like Tyrese, I’m ’bout to trip, and maybe start crying the song I might just hit up the [Smith’s], throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come Ain’t nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these n***as buckle up before they ride And they don’t really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherf**ers running for they life Unidentified craft, while I’m flying past all of my aliens Sailin’, and if you look up in the sky Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I’m an Iraqi in suicide When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind Are you gonna sit down and repent? I was raised in the sewer Me and the IT clown are friends Red balloons for your kids [Sink] my two finger b**h I lost too many friends I don’t do good with kids What you know about riding dirty in the evening? What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon salt, seasoning What you know about leaving the oven door open when there’s no heat again And the rent is due and your landlord try to throw you out on the streets again n***a, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a f**ing Lamborghini when I win em, I’ma finally get a break If I didn’t get it way before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray She don’t really want me to get petty, turn her diamond to a penny, but she know I got a lot of sh** to say I got juice and water and a henny drink, and I will let the semi shoot, I’ll pop you n***as all up in the face Blood all up in the lake, I Wanna see a [?], die They don’t wanna wave bye Creep when I came by, teeth like a canine Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side Eat when the beat’s hot, tea from the teapot Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop Skrrrt in a Nissan, swerve into 3 cars You just a bird in a beehive You just a cold in a room full of germs n***a, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot What the f** happened to Jay Electronica? I wonder if he still got it or not Whatever happened to Elzhi? Whatever happened to Meth? What happened to Beans? Whatever happened to Lauryn? What happened to Banks? Tell me what happened to Bleek What the f** happened to Mos? What happened to Missy? n***a what happened to Ghost? Whatever happened to Q? What up with Common, what the f** where did he go? Tell me what happened to Buddens What about Luda? I hope they ain’t losing it now Hope they get back to the music ’cause I need some new sh** I’m sick of these new n***as out, I’m that new n***a now I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 9 n***as wanna war, 10 n***as on the floor, 11 n***as on the porch 12 k**ers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars 17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 9 b**hes wanna f**, 10 n***as, wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus 12 if you wanna bust, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber guns, 16 double pumps 17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna f** with us [Hook] I’m willing to die for this sh** Said I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this sh** And my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion I end up surviving this sh** sh**, if I want a son, I ain’t got the money I’ll probably be robbing this sh** Don’t know how much I cry for this sh** Said I am willing to die for this sh** You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet’s, a bunch of dead bodies and sh** n***as say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and sh** Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this sh**