[Verse 1 - Joyner Lucas]
Droppin' bombs, I'm a fuckin' [?]
Stomp you with my timbs on, rip your fuckin' insides
King of the jungle, been bad
Me and Mufasa, Simba
We don't have many friends, nah
Me shoot you and you in-laws
Don't follow me, other you been blind
For by any of you can try
I very punish you, bedtime
And pull out my gun on you ten times
I know-I know I'm too stressed
I know I grew up too quick
I'm on the phone like, "Who's this?"
I wanna owe her two bricks
Cut your price in half, I might just laugh, I know what you did
I took your hoe and two kids
Aye, yo, I know where you live
It's wise enough to wisen up, I ain't that homie you with
I break your nose and your ribs and then put your skull in my fridge
Fuck everything that you would stand for
I all my money and then yours
And then I'ma come for your landlord
Some women call me a man-whore
I swear to God I'm so fly, might as well live in an airport
When Joyner Lucas come through, it's somethin' you wasn't prepared for
[Chorus - Stann Smith]
It's bout time we united, come in grip with us
A red line through the city with the wrist flickers
I go live in the city like I'm big Tigger
I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket
It's bout time we united, come in grip with us
A red line through the city with the wrist flickers
I go live in the city like I'm big Tigger
I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket
[Verse 2 - Stann Smith]
My name's Smith, I gotta wear, I lose once, I try again, I'm engaged but I'm outta sync, I'm way too low, tolerance, I get cold, I'm hot again, they try to play me, I'm fine with it cause
Oh, no, no, oh, no, no
I'm confident, don't worry 'bout who I'm followin' cause my timeline full of holograms
Wannabees and your wanna man, tryna catch vicks inside of ham like a bad pass from McNabb but that's way too rare
They yap out they chatbox, they weigh down my ear (Pull up!)
I'm like James Brown in Augusta, I'm on the block with a blockbuster
Finally get my shot when the cops come for me
[?] my bicuspid
When I was nine, I had nothin' but the hand-me-downs from my cousin
I gotta get fly when I'm comin' cause I gotta a lot on my mind
They sick and I'm outta my mind
Why sit and I follow my mom?
They give me a bottle of wine or follow my father, marijuana, Rastafarian vibe
I had no doubt in my mind, it's fear the sober or die
[Chorus - Stann Smith]
It's bout time we united, come in grip with us
A red line through the city with the wrist flickers
I go live in the city like I'm big Tigger
I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket
It's bout time we united, come in grip with us
A red line through the city with the wrist flickers
I go live in the city like I'm big Tigger
I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket
It's bout time we united, come in grip with us
A red line through the city with the wrist flickers
I go live in the city like I'm big Tigger
I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket
It's bout time we united, come in grip with us
A red line through the city with the wrist flickers
I go live in the city like I'm big Tigger
I bring the mass out in Brooklyn like the big ticket
