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letra de isis (nitin randhawa remix) - joyner lucas

[intro]
attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, or better known as adhd, is a mental disorder that affects an individual’s ability to focus
causing them to move around more frequently
they may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors

[hook 1: joyner lucas]
one time for them prayin’ on my downfall (yeah)
two times for the homies in the chow hall (whoa)
three times for them hoes on the internet
sh-ttin’ on n-gg-s when they really should get out more
four times for the days that were all bad (woo!)
five times for the b-tches who ain’t called back (yeah)
six times for the kids like me who got adhd just to— (brap, brap, brap)

[verse 1: joyner lucas]
kidnap a n-gg- like isis (whoa)
turn a whole world to a crisis (whoa)
walk around the city with a ice pick
i been paranoid, usually, i ain’t like this (boop, boop)
ain’t no tellin’ how crazy i might get, uh (woo!)
beat the police with a nightstick (boop)
in my whole life, i been lifeless
now i’m so fly, i’m a muhf-ckin’ flight risk (woo! whoa)
f-ck a couple hoes ’til i p-ss out (whoa)
n-gg-s throwin’ stones at my gl-ss house (whoa)
i remember sleepin’ on my dad’s couch (whoa)
now i got the bentley, and it’s blacked out (whoa)
family lookin’ at me like a cash cow (whoa)
errybody dissin’ just to have clout (whoa)
thought you had a chance, now you -ssed out
n-gg-, i’m the muhf-ckin’ man, where you at now? (whoa)
f-ck it, i’ma hit ’em ’til they jumpin’
i ain’t trippin’, this is nothin’ (brap, brap, brap)
i been livin’ in the dungeon
i done held a couple grudges
went to h-ll and got abducted
meet the devil, i’m his cousin
i ain’t settlin’ for nothin’ (brap, brap, brap)
got a metal in the truck, i keep a semi when i’m bussin’
n-gg-s duckin’ (bop)
even stevie wonder could’ve see it comin’ (brrrap, brap, bop)
i ain’t judgin’, i just want the money, i don’t need a budget
i been hungry, i ain’t got no oven (bop, bop, brrrap, brap)
but i got the munchies, n-gg-
how you gon’ move on the front line? (woo!)
if i don’t f-ck with you, i just cut ties (whoa)
my high school teacher said i’d never be sh-t
tell that b-tch that i turned out just fine (joyner)
and no, i don’t know you for the twelfth time (woo!)
we do not share the same bloodline (no)
you love to run your mouth like a tough guy
hope you keep the same energy when it’s crunch time (woo!)

[hook 1: joyner lucas]
one time for them prayin’ on my downfall (yeah)
two times for them b-tches in the south sh-r- (whoa)
three times for them days on the block
gettin’ chased by the cops like a motherf-ckin’ outlaw
four times for them days that were all bad (woo!)
five times for the b-tches who ain’t called back (yeah)
six times for the kids like me who got adhd just to— (brap, brap, brap)

[verse 2: mac miller]
all the freaks coming out when the sun down
hating on it, i don’t give a f-ck now
bad little b-tch with her tongue out
told her go long, its a touchdown
do this for the city and the state
buster better bring me to the safe
went up right now i ain’t really tryna wait
got me on trial but i’m beating that case
motherf-cker say it to my face
say it to my face, motherf-cker go and say it to my face
trippin’ now, everything straight
rappers all wanna drop it now and they can’t even get a date
feeling greater than a meth head
if you got a problem don’t stand here
in the middle of the ocean, see the land here
any helicopter, f-cker, we gon’ land here

[hook 1: joyner lucas/j. cole]
one time for them prayin’ on my downfall (yeah)
two times for them b-tches in the south sh-r- (whoa)
three times for them days on the block
gettin’ chased by the cops like a motherf-ckin’ outlaw
four times for them days that were all bad (woo!)
five times for the b-tches who ain’t called back (yeah)
six times for the kids like me who got adhd just to— (f-ck do you know ’bout my pain?)

[verse 3: j. cole]
if i quote it n-gg-, i wrote it n-gg-
six head shots, i’ll erode a n-gg-
pop another clip and i’m reloaded n-gg-
ain’t no way around it, i’m the coldest n-gg-
do a n-gg- dirty life’s a coal, my n-gg-
get you cleaned up then i fold you n-gg-
shout out to the haters who promote a n-gg-
flow hot, whip cold, i’m bipolar n-gg-
but i don’t like to talk about a rover n-gg-
keep this sh-t a hundred, i just sold it n-gg-
tired of police looking at me like i stole it n-gg-
probably just gonna cop a lil corolla n-gg-
don’t need a rollie on to know i’m getting older n-gg-
dreamville going way up like a floater n-gg-
couple hands out like i owe them n-gg-s
where was you when the civic was getting towed my n-gg-?
no snakes in the gr-ss cause i mowed it n-gg-

[hook 2: j. cole]
f-ck do you know ‘bout my pain?
(right there let me get that there
talk about it)
f-ck do you know ‘bout my dreams?
(talk about it)
nada

[verse 4: kendrick lamar]
uh, and when i wake up
i recognize you’re looking at me for the pay cut
but homicide be looking at you from the face down
what mac-11 even boom with the b-ss down?
schemin’, and let me tell you ’bout my life
paink!llers only put me in the twilight
where pretty p-ssy and benjamin is the highlight
now tell my momma i love her, but this what i like, lord knows
twenty of ’em in my chevy, tell ’em all to come and get me
reaping everything i sow, so my karma come in heaven
no preliminary hearings on my record
i’m a motherf-cking gangster in silence for the record, uh
tell the world i know it’s too late
boys and girls, i think i gone cray
drown inside my vices all day
won’t you please believe when i say

[verse 5: logic]
me and joyner need a couple he-rs-s (woo!)
double homicide, k!ll the beat and the verses
everybody livin’ on the surface
but we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it
what’s beef?
beef is when you murder motherf-ckers on a beat
k!ll ’em all, k!ll ’em all
nah, nah, what’s beef?
beef is brothers dyin’ over sh-t
that never mattered in the first place, lyin’ in the street
what’s peace?
peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast
when enough time p-ss, then you blast
kinda like john wick, bars like a convict
f-ck around and you don’t wanna start sh-t, woo!
comin’ with the hot sh-t, all they do is talk sh-t
you could never top it, boy, just stop, stop it
high and drunk, call that hd vision
all these other motherf-ckers full of indecision
and i murder with precision all over your television
i’m numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivision
never listen, we gon’ leave them missin’
that’s the mission like isis (isis)
ain’t no time to bicker over who the nicest
it’s logic, it’s obvious, just ask the audience
i’ve come to body this sh-t (body this sh-t)
yes, it’s egregious, i’m regis
you kelly, you p-ssy, you p-ssy
don’t push me, i’m louis vuitton
you at target with your mom
on the internet still hatin’ on my last post (i hate this n-gg-)
i just sent a steak back at mastro’s, my god
me and joyner need a couple he-rs-s (woo!)
double homicide, k!ll the beat and the verses
everybody livin’ on the surface
but we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it
yeah, uh, far from the minimum, k!llin’ ’em with no ritalin
and 5’9″ was the middleman to get ’em in the same room
now we on the same tune, and we sealed the game’s doom
the illest of lyricists on the same sh-t
rattpack, clap back on the gang sh-t
do it for the love of rap, not for the fame sh-t, woo!

[hook 3: logic]
one time for the grammy that i never got
two times for the garden that i sold out
three times for the street crimes that i committed
yeah, i did it, but thank god that i made it out
four times ’cause i’m a f-ckin’ b-st-rd
five times platinum with my last sh-t
six times for the beats and the rhymes
f-ck the heat and the crime
keep the peace like a waistline, woo!

[verse 6: eminem]
i’m the rawest, uh, rest of y’all just one of a
i’m becoming what i used to make fun of, a
smug son of a b-tch, f-ck it though
going for the f-cking jugular
leave them in a puddle of blood i’m a
k!ller, but i’m a cut above the others
bl–dy glove in a prison yard, jodi arias
i’m coming for you, f-ck if the world doesn’t approve
here i come as a custodian i’m dressed, to smuggle ya
-ss out wrapped up in a comforter come snuggle up with
another f-cking nut, we’ll make a tub of truffle b-tter
i’ma take this chubby, shove it up that nice round little bubble b-tt
make it double-stuffed
pull it out one hole, put it in the other one
make a peanut b-tter cup, bust (yeah)
we can f-ck on a golf cart
tell me how you want it, soft, hard, or f-cking rough
like a dog bark, stop at a walmart
get a couple of 50 watt bulbs with a hot tub
fill up them buns with a hot dog
to be frank these other motherf-ckers ain’t even in the ball park
then she pulled out the condiment drawer
she must heard this is where the condoms get stored
sign above the door to the sauna says
“welcome to sodom and gomorrah”
told her i got something for her
sharp and it’s pointed
and it’s head’s on swole, hold it like a samurai
she said, “woah, look at that bulge, must have a huge ego”
i said, “is it me you’re aiming that compliment toward?”
she said, “yes my ninja, please get to stabbing this sh-t”
i commenced to dropping them drawers
threw my black belt and gauntlets all onto the floor
zipped down my fly, whipped out my confident sword

[hook 4: joyner lucas/logic]
one time for them prayin’ on my downfall (yeah)
two times for the garden that i sold out (whoa)
three times for them hoes on the internet
sh-ttin’ on n-gg-s when they really should get out more
four times ’cause i’m a f-ckin’ b-st-rd (woo!)
five times for the b-tches who ain’t called back (yeah)
six times for the beats and the rhymes
f-ck the heat and the crime
keep the peace like a waistline, woo!

- joyner lucas

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