F.Y.M.
By
Joyner Lucas, Mystikal
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Picture me putting my city all over the map
They wasn't believers, I had to get even in math
We comin' and pullin' up, jumpin' all over your grass
So tell all my bitches I got a new girl
Tell the police that I'm robbing the bank
And I want all my 50s and cash
Bitch, I'm tired of living check to check
I need 20 models and some extra sex
Smiling in my grave, bitch I'm fresh to death
I been drinking Wu-Tang with a special deck
Getting drunk, yeah
I got some shit that I gotta just get off my chest
I cannot miss, I got lost 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 skirt off
Blow the speakers and turn off
Pop a bottle and 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
Shit they've been clocking me so long I think they lost time
Oh you lost your mind nigga, fuck you mean
God damn it nigga, fuck you mean
And I don't trust a motherfucking soul
What the fuck you mean
What the fuck you mean
Don't know what you thinking, compare me to niggas and nothing
Adrenaline pumping, the blood will be leaking and running
Shit I do what I do, I don't care if you like it or love it
Tell all of my bitches I got a new girl
You tell the police that I'm robbing the bank and I want all my money in hundreds
Bitch I'm tired of living on the edge
I wanna sell drugs but they gonna call the feds
I just bought a brick and that shit cost an arm and leg
My momma told me take it back and get a job instead
Where's your common sense nigga?
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 Cassie after she broke up with Diddy, yeah
I told shorty if you're talking I ain't hitting it
Cause she gonna call her friends up and brag about the shit we did, whoa
I ain't in the pillow talking, go and chop off your lips
If I ain't in your top 10, go dive off a bridge
My black boys got glock boys that knock off your limbs
I doubt ya'll will pop off so hop off my dick
Nigga, fuck you mean
God damn it I said, fuck you mean
Listen, I don't trust a motherfucking soul, nigga, no nigga, fuck you mean
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what the fuck you mean
You thought I was finished, you thought it was over
You thought I retired, you thought I went fishing with Kobe
Nigga I'm still as illest, considered as one of the coldest
Still'll put a part in a rapper hair like Moses
Mmm hmm, I'm throwback like a Motorola
But ho, I'm cooler than a cup of yogurt
Black flag, drip boy, truck soldier
I'm cool with drug lords and Ayatollahs
Rap gods like Cyclops and Olga
Bitch, I'm King Kong, ain't nobody told ya
Fuck you think? Broke still smoke
All fucking up by the brown, bout to go get loaded
Retarded Paul McCartney bitch, I'm rich
I'm Mohammed Ali, y'all talk shit
I'm James Brown, 'bout to tear down this bitch
I'm Michael Jackson, bitch I'm bad as bad on gear
Ow! Fuck you mean!
Hello, is this Joyner?
I'm unable to take your call right now
Leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace.
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 how you swear you're in the studio laying something down
Slinging mixtapes but you've yet to bring home diapers
And lay your kid down to go to sleep
On snapchat talking about, where's the plug?
Like I'm sure he's at national grid trying to cut my lights back on
Like a dollar and a dream ass career
And you can't even come home and get us a dollar for some fucking milk
I'm not doing this with you, keep it a hundred my nigga.
