[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas] Mind yo motherfuckin' business Ain't nothing you gotta see How you all up in my shit When you got more problems than me Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me And my niggas mobbin' deep, I'm a fucking prodigy I know, I know that you been envy, bitch it ain't that hard to see Don't you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me Some niggas gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me I know you probably want that -
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas & Both] You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride Hoping that they don't revive a nigga and bring me back to life And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down That's all right (Buck, buck) I don't die
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas] B-b-back to the bone, everybody wanna be so motherfuckin' bad til' they ass be alone Now you back in the cold And I'm laughing at every single fact that they don't want me on half of these songs It was bad from the gold, just a bunch of little spoilt fucking bastards Every single one 'em would laugh at my joke Niggas pass the patron, I think I'm go and drink it until I pass out in the back of the Rove' Now ménage on my mind (aye) I been on my grind (woo) Been through so much, sometimes I think that god ain't on my side I cut all my friends off that say y'all ain't on my vibe It's so much more to life than drinking, party all the time (woah) This gon' last a lifetime, no more mister nice guy (lifetime, nice guy) I text Jaden Smith, and told that nigga he an icon (icon) Don't get shit fucked up, just cause I ain't got no ice on Don't mean I am not Sub-Zero, I should freeze you hoes at night time I'm like, where the hell you been at? I've been doing this since I was a kid and my grandma used to ask me where my head at Always in trouble cause I was never learning nothing except how to muscle my way into the game with no setback All that's been sleeping on me, fucking, where the bed at? Cause I been struggling tryna be on top of them other niggas Blind for me, but fuck it, doesn't mean nothin' if their music ain't really cuttin' it they get hit together with da-da One day y'all gon see me (see me) I make shy look freaky (freaky) I make dry look greasy (woo) I make hard look easy (easy) I remember way back when my momma took my TV, ho Now I'm all on TV ho (woo)
[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas] Mind yo motherfuckin' business Ain't nothing you gotta see How you all up in my shit When you got more problems than me Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me I don't want to hear no sorrys, bitch fuck your apology I know, I know that you been envy, damn it ain't that hard to see I don't wanna get to know you, no please don't say hi to me Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me Some niggas gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me I know you probably want that -
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas & Both] You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride Hoping that they don't revive a nigga and bring me back to life And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down That's all right (Buck, buck) I don't die
[Verse 3: Chris Brown] It's why a nigga ride round with a weapon Better than me lying on a stretcher Gun shot, pow, pow, pow, applying all the pressure Potato on the top shooting through the pillow Blood on the feathers Rolling dice with ya life all I do is roll 7's Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil Hit a bitch from the back like I don't know better Man I swear to god you better talk to the reverend (buck, buck, buck) Yeah I'm on the weed, high, dehydrated Her booty fuckin' skin tight, Levi made it Yee-hi, yee-hi, put her in a stable Keep my cards in my pocket, never put em' on the table Leave a broad on the floor, put my dick up on her naval Do what I say don't give me no ultimatum Ride around or die, get your life taken Shit, already went half on a baby All these broke bitch ass niggas tryna tell a real nigga how to really fuckin' get a bag (woo) How you fucking 25 with your first car I got 10 thats why them niggas mad Why you wanna hate on progress? (woo) Why you wanna keep me in the projects? (jheeze) Nigga why you wanna eat off my check? That's some weird ass shit you suspect That's a weird ass bitch don't trust that Shut the hell up, a nigga ain't done yet All these shots, are you niggas having fun yet? I'ma do it by the book so run that Take ya bitch then I ride in to sunset Laying on the Westside hit Sunset Backwoods you can find me where the skunk at Bullet with ya name on it if you want that
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas & Both] You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride Hoping that they don't revive a nigga and bring me back to life And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down That's all right (Buck, buck) I don't dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
