Joyner Lucas - ISIS (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Joyner Lucas - ISIS (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
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
Shittin' on niggas when they
really should get out more
Four times for the days that
were all bad (Woo!)
Five times for the bitches who
ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got
ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap)
Kidnap a nigga 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 muhfuckin'
flight risk (Woo! Whoa)
Fuck a couple hoes 'til
I pass out (Whoa)
Niggas throwin' stones at
my glass 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 assed out
Nigga, I'm the muhfuckin' man,
where you at now? (Whoa)
Fuck 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 hell 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'
Niggas 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, nigga
How you gon' move on the
front line? (Woo!)
If I don't fuck with you,
I just cut ties (Whoa)
My high school teacher said
I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch 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!)
According to the American
Psychiatric Association
It affects roughly eight
percent of children
And two percent of adults
Commonly believed to only affect boys
Because they are perceived
as rowdy and rambunctious
Two times for them bitches
in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like
a motherfuckin' outlaw
Four times for them days that
were all bad (Woo!)
Me and Joyner need a couple
hearses (Woo!)
Double homicide, kill 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 motherfuckers
on a beat, kill
'em all, kill 'em all
Nah, nah, what's beef?
Beef is brothers dyin' over shit
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 pass, and you blast
Kinda like John Wick,
bars like a convict
Fuck around and you don't
wanna start shit, woo!
Comin' with the hot shit,
all they do is talk shit
You could never top it, boy,
just stop, stop it
High and drunk, call that HD vision
All these other motherfuckers
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
shit (Body this shit)
Yes, it's egregious, I'm Regis
You Kelly, you pussy, you pussy
Push me, I'm Louis Vuitton
You at Target with your mom
On the internet still hatin' on my
last post (I hate this nigga)
I just had a steak back
at Mastro's, my god
Yeah, uh, far from the minimum,
killin' '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 still the gang-dum
The illest of lyricists
on the same shit
RattPack, clap back on the gang shit
Do it for the love of rap, not
for the fame shit, woo!
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 fuckin' bastard
Five times Platinum with my last shit
Six times for the beats and the rhymes
Fuck the heat and the crime
Keep the peace like a waistline, woo!
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
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