FYM (feat. Mystikal) (Explicit)

FYM (feat. Mystikal) (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas/Mystikal

Picture me putting my city all over the map

They wasn't believers I had to get even at math

Be coming I'm pulling and jumping all over your grass

So tell all my b***hes I got a new girl

Tell the police that I'm robbing the bank

And I want all of my fifty's in cash

B***h I'm tired of living check the cheque

I need twenty models and some extra sex

Smiling in my grave b***h I'm fresh to death

I've been drinking Wu-Tang with

Inspectah Deck getting drunk

Yeah I got some s**t that

I gotta just get off my chest

I can admit I got lots 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 skrrt off

Blow the speakers and turn up

Pop a bottle of 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 h*e

I think the pleasure's all mine

S**t they've been clocking me

So long I think they lost time

Ooh you lost your mind n***a

F**k you mean hol' on

Godd**n it n***a

F**k you mean

And I don't trust a muthaf**king soul

What the f**k you mean

Hol' up whoa whoa whoa whoa

What the f**k you mean

Don't know what you think compare me

To n***as is nothing

Adrenaline pumping and blood

Will be leaking and running

Yeha yeah yeah

S**t I do what I do

I don't care you like it or love it

Tell all of my b***hes

I got a new girl

And tell the police that I'm robbing the bank

And I want all my money in hundreds

B***h I'm tired of living on the edge

I wanna sell **s but they gon' call the feds

I just bought a brick and

That s**t cost an arm and leg

My momma told me take it back and get a job instead

Where's your common sense n***a

Me and the devil got too much in common I swear

Yeha

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 ask her if she broke up with Diddy yet

I said shawty if she's talking I ain't hitting it

'Cause she gon' call her friends up and brag

About the s**t we did

Whoa

I ain't into pillow talking go chop off your lips

If I ain't in your top ten go dive off a bridge

My block boys got Glock fours that'll knock off your lid

I doubt you gon' pop off so hop off my dick

Whoo

N***a f**k you mean woo

Godd**n it I said f**k you mean

Listen I don't trust a muthaf**king soul

N***a no n***a f**k you mean

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

What the f**k you mean

Woo woo wooo woo

What the f**k you mean

You thought I was finished you thought it was over

You thought I retired you thought

I went fishing with Kobe

N***a I'm still as the illest considered

As one of the coldest

Still-a put a part in a rapper head like Moses

I'm throwback like I'm Motorola

But h*e I'm cooler than a cup of yogurt

Black flag Crip boy truck soldier

I'm cool with ** lords and Ayatollah's

Rap God cyclops and all the

B***h I'm King Kong ain't no body told ya

F**k you think throats still smooth

Aww f**k it I'm Bobby Brown

I'm 'bout to go get loaded

Retarded Paul McCartney b***h I'm rich

I'm Muhammad Ali I talk s**t

I'm James Brown 'bout to tear down this b***h

I'm Michael Jackson b***h I'm bad as bad gone get

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

F**k you mean

Yo wassup this is 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 that you stay

In the studio laying something down

Slanging mixtapes but you have yet to bring home

Diapers and lay your kid down and go to sleep

On Snapchat talking 'bout Where's the plug

Like I'm showing you got national

B***h better cut my lights back on

Like a dollar and a dream a*s career

And you can't even come home

And give us a dollar for milk

I'm not doing this with you

Keep it 100 my n***a