Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Yeah, look (Ayy)

I ain't been on my freestyle shit in a minute
but niggas don't put no respect
So tell all these rappers
that I'm takin' over
just so you know what to expect

I wasn't gon' do it at first but fuck it
I must keep my foot on they neck
If I give you a warning
you better believe me
you know I stay good on my threats

Nigga, I spent my whole life in the studio
shit kinda feel like I'm doin' a stretch
I wish I could spend more time with my son
but I know that I'm doin' the best

And I know that it's worth it
when he look at me and say
"Daddy, look, you are the best"
Need to find a new way to deal with my anger
'cause I never do good with stress
Niggas hate when I brag, I know
when I talk about cash, I know
When I talk about cars, I know
all the bitches I have, I know
They say, "J, I miss when you was broke
Way before all the fame and glory
Money changed you, it made you corny
The material things just bore me

You're no different
than all of these industry niggas
I thought you were special and awesome
Now you sellin' your soul
and just hopin' on records
with anyone, nigga, you lost it
I miss when you made music
that I could relate to
'cause all of your new shit ain't thoughtful
When you gon' make some new music
with Marshall?
When you gon' pull some new shit
out the arsenal? "

I'm back on my remix shit
don't sue me, nigga, I'm too unruly
I might slide on a hoe like Toosie
bitch, I'm too dang groovy, ooh
Niggas try and cancel me like Boosie
all y'all hoes is goofy
But, yeah, you know my life's a movie
I sold crack to Pookie

Look, she in love with the cocaine
I'm in love with the dope gang
Try to cook crack with a oven and propane
Try to make a dollar back
when I ain't have no name
But niggas told me
that I had to stay in my own lane
I jumped in the water
and started makin' my own wave
I'm watchin' the pool splash
they told me don't move fast
And every nigga doin' better than me
I blew past
Now niggas look at me, like
"How the fuck did he do that? "

I got one crib, I don't live in it
The other one is big enough
to probably put my other muhfuckin' crib in it
But one crib, I made a clubhouse
and stuffed all my step kids in it
And then I built me a trap house
and let all the fiends take a hit in it
And I might buy a church too
just in case I wanna sin it
Put a hot tub in the front row
let all my hoes come swim in it
Yeah, I made so much bread
I bought a crib to take a shit in it
You talk about it, I'm livin' it
you brag about it, I been did it

And I got your bitch in the whip
ridin' shotgun with the ceiling down
You let her down, I feel her up
just 'cause the bitch feelin' down
I don't know if her ass real
but I do know that it's really round
I think that I'm tall enough for her
to give me head without kneelin' down
Fake niggas only really lie
just because of prolly how real it sounds

Please shut the fuck up
anytime I bring somebody real around
You versus me, nigga?
That's like a whale pushin' a seal around
Tell me, how many dead rappers
you think it takes to fill the ground?
And bitch, I'm in pimp mode
I only know what the pimps know
The man in the mirror is schizo
I pay a stripper in crypto
I pay a stripper in crypto
I do not care if you lit, though
I hit my plug from the flip phone
I'm sellin' pebbles to Flinstones

Scam nightly, sellin'
whatever the strand might be, yeah
Get like me, all of my packages sealed tightly, yeah
I had a record deal, then I drop a label
nigga, come take a chance like me
You niggas cannot advance like me
you'll give Atlantic back the advance like me

I got the upper hand, mm
and I got the other hand icy
My diamonds movin' like Chris Brown
you know I love when they dance hyphy
Ayy, ayy, only nigga
that told his girlfriends
'bout my other girlfriends
in front of my side lil' bitch and wifey
Give a fuck about security in the club, we gon' ride
Give a fuck if it's a quarantine or not
we still outside

The last nigga tried to play me
talkin' crazy, then he died
Like them cheap-ass hoes [?]
catch you slippin', we gon' slide
Ooh, ooh, catch you slippin', we gon' slide
Put that rubber on that grip
then we gon' cut your ass outside
Send 'em goonies on that mission
it go trip and you gon' hide
When you get hit that blicky
you gon' wish that you done died

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, Joyner
Ayy, ayy