FYM (feat. Mystikal)

Picture me putting my city all over the map

They wasn't believers, I had to get even and mad

We coming, I'm pulling up, jumping 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 fifties in cash

Bitch, I'm tired of living check to check

I need twenty models and some extra sex

Smiling in my grave, bitch, I'm fresh to death

I've been drinking Wu-Tang with Inspecta Deck, getting drunk

Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get off my chest

I cannot miss, I got lots on my list and you next

Take it how you want it, I ain't famous like I wanted

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, ho, I think the pleasure's all mine

Shit, they've been clocking me so long, I think they lost time

Ooh, you lost your mind, ****

Fuck you mean?

Hold up

Goddamn it, ****

Fuck you mean?

And I don't trust a motherfucking soul

What the fuck you mean?

Hold up, whoa whoa whoa whoa

What the fuck you mean?

Look

Don't know what you thinking, compare me to **** ain't 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

Yo, tell the police that I'm robbing the bank

And I want all my money in hunnids

Bitch, I'm tired of living on the edge

I wanna sell drugs but they gon' call the feds

I just bought a brick and that shit cost an arm and leg

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

Where's your common sense, ****?

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 wanted

So I might just throw a hissy fit

Call up Cassie, ask her if she broke up with Diddy yet

I said, shorty, if she talking, I ain't hitting it

'Cause she gon' call her friends up and brag about the shit 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 knock off your lid

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

****, fuck you mean?

Goddamn it, I said, fuck you mean?

Listen, I don't trust a motherfucking soul, ****

No, ****, 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

****, I'm still as the illest, considered as one of the coldest

Still, I'll put a part in a rapper head like Moses

Mmm-hmm, I'm throwback like a Motorola

But, ho, I'm cooler than a cup of yogurt

Black Flag Crip boy truck soldier

I'm cool with drug lords and Ayatollahs

Rap god cyclops and all the

Bitch, I'm King Kong, ain't nobody told ya?

Fuck you think, road's still smooth?

Ah, fuck it, I'm Bobby Brown, I'm 'bout to go get loaded

Retarded Paul McCartney, bitch, I'm rich

I'm Muhammad Ali, I talk shit

I'm James Brown, 'bout to tear down this bitch

I'm Michael Jackson, bitch, I'm bad as bad gon' get

Fuck you mean?

Yo, what's up, 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 how you swear you're in the studio, laying something down)

(Slanging mix tapes but you have yet to bring home diapers)

(And lay your kid down to go to sleep)

(On Snapchat, talking 'bout, where's the plug?)

(Like I'm sure he's at National Gear tryna 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 hunnid, my ****)