Ms. Joyce

I'm tryna take my shit to another level, man I'm tryna learn how to make these hits, man Brain tangled like my chain, chain with my mama name Pain bubble on my brain, man, this shit don't feel the same Same hoes from the ninth grade tryna give me nicotine In her scalp like Mane 'n Tame, old Impala, pumpkin frame I'm a creature, I'm a Smiture, I could teach you, still'll beat you Facial features get me freakas, I get low, sometimes, I be up All depends like old shit, all that old shit that you bring up Two white coupes, the Olsen Twins, mama, oh my God, there go that man Oh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones I'm a king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan Not now, I'm in my zone (but you can hop in my ride) New coupe when you see me, same color tortellini Pockets used to be bulimic, huh, you wouldn't believe it (nah) Some days, wanna be like Jesus (oh), other days, Young Jeezy (no) To the bag, I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached Nigga, ain't shit sweet Oh yeah, yeah Katana Tryna find you, or should I remind you? In my blindside when I'm right by you Woah (Woah) Woah (Woah) Woah (Woah) Woah (Woah) Comin' up, shit was different, man 'Cause me, I was playin' in a different game Hustlin', tryna get some change These motherfuckers hatin', but it ain't no thing I'm just out here doin' me And that's the difference 'tween you and me 'Cause I'm out here tryna truly be number one, man, fuck number two or three Or four and five, that's hoe shit 'Cause I'm going live and it's going up My shit gas and it's blowin' up Your shit trash, you ain't showin' up Gettin' bags and I'm cashin' out Got bitches passin' out Smash your bitch, then I'm smashin' out 'Cause you did it for cap and clout I'm OG and my shit be like Kobe and like Nipsey Came up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't fuck with me This shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on You say you next? Come on I come through and wreck, now give me the check, I'm gone PA, that's where I'm from, H-Town, that's where I stay Texas, that's what it do, this Dirty South, man, and we don't play Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and, mama, where's his T-Jones? That's the type of shit we on, you ain't with it, fuck nigga, be gone These niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect You 1-800, I had to call and collect (click) Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake I don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae (ayy) Viva la vi', ayy, I'm usually cooped up Probably why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real timeless Every show is a headline, long line, marquee Smi Pockets on Rikishi, wrestlin' all my demons, this shit isn't easy Same time, shorty texted sayin' she need me Me? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh Mamma mia up in the VIP off the shrooms (mamma mia) All my partners in this bitch surround the room And no problems in this bitch, I assume And I'm flyer than a witch, get the broom Full sweep when I know I'm comin' through (when I'm comin' through) "Who's he?" when I'm comin' through New dreams, they finally comin' true What's up, fool? What you on, man? Niggas tryna, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what? Your ass need to get outside the studio That's crazy, what's it like? I don't know, shit I got some Hennessy, though I just drunk this Yerba, nigga, that shit on, nigga, I'm feelin' like Superman Told my exes they all should join an art class All they do is draw conclusions, probably why they hate my smart ass Just played a show in Texas, yeehaw, new coupe got horses Couple days, we off to Memphis, need drawers, need blunts, need Forces See, my best friends know that I might, I might not I don't know, I might change my mind, you understand? Like That's the key to me, you know what I'm sayin'? Shit I don't know, man, it's complicated (I'm just movin' around, 'round) (I'm just movin' around, oh)