Anti

[Intro]

I ain't the social type

Joey!

Nah mean

I ain't with all the congregating!

Fuck niggas, hahaha!

It's, It's, It's that old Joe!

[Verse]

Hey yo, I can't lie

Spent a few years trying to understand why

When, how is it now I'm so anti

Face asked if you've ever seen a man cry

I think before that shit ain't even pan right

So I don't look at rap dudes like you fans might

Rude, true it's skewed I got a slant eye

With God as my security guard that's why

I'm walking around feeling like I can't die

Or I'm feelin' like opportunity ran by (me)

And I'm chasin' it or am I facin' it

(NIGGA) No past, I'm erasing it

I'm an addict got a habitual habit and I don't avoid voids

Good at substitution replacing shit

I'm just trying to find my place with shit

Pacing quick I ain't go no patience with

Niggas that can't speak they mind

What the fuck they got a mouth for?

Me, I'm so full of rage so used to being caged

I probably shouldn't be outdoors

Everybody so scared of the truth

Look in my eyes you stare at the truth

They doing interludes and every interview

Talkin' bout they're prepared to shoot - bom, bom

How thoughtful, won't resort to gettin' near a booth

They awful what I do to them unlawful

Boss dude ain't got a higher up to resort to

Just giving yourself a bad name

Yackidy yack the threats in fact is that lame

You can't tell that acts arranged

Think I'm wearing a bulls eye

Just all them cats got bad aim I'll explain

I'm past real they past phony

Ignore the personal and physical attacks on me

I remain cool relaxed homie

Brand new I ain't got a scratch on me

So what your squad gonna do

Lay a hand on me I'll lay a hollow on you

Change hands tap his pockets run his wallet on through

Every club in New York nigga bottles on you!

Better tell 'em what reluctance is

I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances

Truth be told, I'll show him what substance is

Know I'm nice but when I boast I'm only rubbing it in (NIGGAS)

Got beat up ignored in school

Signed a deal niggas thought you was cool

Only take one quarter to slaughter your crew (SLAUGHTERHOUSE)

If your resume got deaded today they'd call you a fool (HOW BOUT THAT)

All them years rapping, nothing else happening

You need a new day to day

Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid

Gasping timeout take a break from the play or grab a Gatorade

Bad contract team can't make a trade

Majors fucking you in the ass you gonna stay a slave

5'9" in my ear saying, "Hey, behave!"

But shit is fucked up and I blame it on the way it was paved

I chill for the sake of your age

You great live but let me know when that stage get appraised

All in raising the stakes

Swear you and your label should pray

Thank God I was placed in this decade by mistake

I don't belong here dad fucked mom in the wrong year

Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears

Wrong dancing funny sounds every songs weird

Wrong fashion its like everybody's gone queer

Be clear I ain't here to be friends

You can dislike me I ain't here to pretend

Run but you can't hide I can't lie

Told niggas in the first two bars I was anti

[Outro]

Oh!

Leave me running!

Joey!

No wonder, wheres an escape route when you need it?

Talk to 'em!