Isis (Remix)

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas] One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah) Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Woah) 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) Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah) Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— [Verse 1: Starringo] Ayy, when I step in the booth, yeah, that's another hit (Outta here) Perfect attendance, they know I never miss (Yeah) I'm goin' body for body, I got the evidence The way they callin' me the G.O.A.T., I changed it to my government Been killin' rappers since I was a jit', I fell in love with it You put 'em on a track, I chew them niggas like some Dover men Louisiana savage, you can tell the way I'm thuggin' it Would never, I can sense this goin' down, you know I'm uppin' it, I'm tellin' you Ayy, big dawg status, they like, "Who done let the dog in?" If I say we comin', you gon' have to let us all in Treat it like the season after summer, I just fall in Had to go to work for this verse, I'ma call in Put 'em in the dirt, it get worse, I go all in ATM swipe, it disperse, now I'm ballin' Gotta be first, you know me, ain't no stallin' I'ma get to it, no weak, no pausin' They say they slidin', but we Tokyo driftin' I had to step on a couple rappers to get my position (Yeah) Ain't really wanna do it to 'em but I made it a mission I'm like a shelf with the dishes, I put myself in the kitchen I push start just to start the ignition I touch hearts, this should be an emission to see me flow like this I put the pedal to the flo' like this And take off, rims off, said they no chain, no Quavo Rappin' like I'm outta my mind You know they vouchin' for the kid, 'cause I'm top of the line They put them bars in a row and I'm not in a line You know a different type of kind This a matter of time 'fore they see that Takin' shots at my peep at grocery stores Make me wanna flash out and take a soul (Rah) Put 'em on ice like Isis, Lord knows But if I steal a candy bar, open doors (Rah) [Verse 2: Catra] Una vez para los que me dudaron (Ah) Dos veces para los que me juraron (Woo) Tres para las que cuernos me pegaron Cuatro para las que amaba, estando bajo me dejaron Cinco veces para los que traicionaron (Yeah) Seis pa' los que de mí se aprovecharon (Ah) Siete, ocho, nueve, diez Don't care for your penitence You can go to hell with your right hand on the Bible It's all about survival, killed it on arrival Killin' all my rivals, me levanto si me caigo No creo que haiga campo para todo lo que traigo No hallan donde esconderse si se mete como un psycho Circulo vicioso, but you gotta break the cycle You can never melt these bars, I can't be recycled Llego y dicen, "Ay, no", listenin' and I know Tryna read what I wrote, this is not a typo (Ah) They gon' learn, a las buenas, a las malas Le meto duro cuando me entra las ganas Solo es la punta y salen embarazadas I dealt my hand after I dealt with the problems Whoever want 'em, you can tell 'em I got em Spot 'em, drop 'em, stomp 'em, dale, vale, madre Jaque mate y sale, padre, arre, arre El que me debe que lo pague en sangre Y más le vale not to opt in violence O que en paz descanse! (Ah) [Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Lex Bratcher] One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah) Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Woah) 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) Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah) Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Ha, uh, look) [Verse 3: Lex Bratcher] I'm puttin' you through imminent pain, and I don't give a fuck Spittin' only rhythm and flame, and I don't get enough credit Let it into my veins so I can feel the stuff that warrants me To enter your brain, I'm talkin' eminent domain I'm killin' Isis with the fight shit Any nigga that might diss, so divisive Flow cold so when I spit, it is ice chips So dark in my mind, someone hit the light switch I don't fuck with sexism, defendin' all my chicks (He copy me), he goin' through an identity crisis (I'm in the ring), you don't want none of this mouth, I am Tyson But the funny thing is these other niggas out here bitin' I'm gonna make it, I'm psychic I keep murderin' every beat, I'm leavin' 'em all lifeless I got more drive than a teen tryna get his license So many naked queens runnin' 'round me, call 'em Titans I be high as fuck so much that I'm a flight risk I got you on my scope, I promise it's on sight shit She excited, she lookin' at me dead in my iris I make her super wet, then I suck her dry like a Dyson Tryin' to sell my hits but all my rhymes is priceless Small percentage makes it, I'ma be in a tight fit Tired of bein' broke, I've come to term with my vices Here on out, I am winnin', I'm superb and decisive Get it? I'm super indecisive I don't know how I'm evil when my flow is the nicest Oh, and I sense these hoes I might fight with When I do a show, you know I sign the fine print Know my style's vibrant, I'm colorful It seems, though, I'm a seagull, but, see, you're just gullible None of you add value to me, you're all nullable My DNA is coded to be more than all you other hoes I just want the Porsche, I can't afford it, but I'm comin' close Ready for the orbit, you can show me on the Hubble, yo She wants me to come, so if we're going then be subtle, though I control the order so my homies gotta huddle, bro, no [Verse 4: Kvng Moses] When I said I wasn't fuckin' with you, I meant that (No cap, nigga) I was seventeen, everyone thought my shit's trash Everybody side-eyed on the sidelines while I'd write lines at gym class Bitch-ass, hopin' a nigga did bad (No) The tables turned, but I been that nigga Make 'em—(Tss), when I rip it like a skin tag, nigga Takin' care of five kids, I needed quick cash, in fact If you fuck with them, you gettin' slapped like Chris ass (Ha) Niggas see I'm hot, but you ain't cool with me now Bitches see I'm gettin' money, thoughts of usin' me Curly hair with the jewelry, now they bumpin' my music When truth be told they didn't fool with me Really watchin' with scrutiny (Wow) Nigga, don't give me dap, and a handshake When, in past days you wanted smoke like an ashtray Bad days, really tryna rap with no fanbase Now the flow nasty like a pack of fuckin' mayonnaise (Ugh) And I got 'em listenin', maybe Dad would be proud of my vision If he found out I'm gifted, that hungry stomach sound like an engine He'd be only interested in seein' how much I'm gettin' To see if I'ma give him out a percentage (Fuck outta here, nigga) I don't give two fucks, hope you heard of me College Station, nigga, leave yo' ass needin' surgery (Brrah) Attitude been bad and it's worsenin' If I ever give an explanation, it's a courtesy (Family lookin') Family lookin' at me like I'm crazy or somethin' (Let me hold some, cuh'), yo, what the fuck you talkin' about? Tryna get that kind of cash where you get lost tryna count it Neighbourhood worse than ISIS, I ain't walkin' without it Joyner, these other niggas don't seem focused They think they sick, but I breed COVID They want the change like they been homeless I am him, bitch, I'm Kvng Moses And I've risen like the streets told it, nigga, haha (Streets told it, nigga) [Outro: Starringo, Catra, Lex Bratcher & Kvng Moses] Haha, 'Ringo ('Ringo) Yeah, ha, got the rrah Lex up Moses, let's go