FYM (feat. Mystikal)

Picture me putting my city all over the map
 
 They wasn't believers, I had to get even at math
 We coming, I'm pulling and 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 of my fifty's in cash
 Bitch, I'm tired of living check the cheque
 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 Inspectah Deck (getting drunk)
 Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get off my chest
 I can admit I got lots on my list and you next
 Take it how you want it, I ain't famous like I want it
 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, hoe, 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, nigga, fuck you mean
 Hol' on, goddamn it, nigga fuck you mean
 And I don't trust a muthafucking soul
 What the fuck you mean?
 Hol' up, whoa whoa whoa whoa
 What the fuck you mean?
 ♪
 Don't know what you think, compare me to niggas is nothing
 
 Adrenaline pumping, and 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 hundreds
 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 momma told me take it back and get a job instead
 (Where's your common sense, nigga?)
 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 want it
 So, I might just throw a hissy fit
 Call up Cassie, ask her if she broke up with Diddy yet
 I said shawty, if she's 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'll knock off your lid
 I doubt you gon' pop off, so hop off my dick
 Whoo! Nigga, fuck you mean, woo!
 Goddamn it, I said fuck you mean?!
 Listen, I don't trust a muthafucking soul
 Nigga, no, nigga, 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
 Nigga, I'm still as the illest considered as one of the coldest
 Still-a put a part in a rapper head like Moses
 I'm throwback like I'm Motorola
 But hoe, I'm cooler than a cup of yogurt
 Black flag Crip boy truck soldier
 I'm cool with drug lords and Ayatollah's
 Rap god cyclops and all the
 Bitch I'm King Kong ain't no body told ya?
 Fuck you think throats still smooth
 Aww 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 gone get
 Fuck you Mean?
 ♪
 Yo wassup, 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 that you stay in the studio laying something down
 Slanging mixtapes but you have yet to bring home diapers
 And lay your kid down and go to sleep
 On Snapchat talking 'bout, "Where's the plug?"
 Like I'm sure you got national grid tryna cut my lights back on
 Like "a dollar and a dream" ass career
 And you can't even come home and give us a dollar for some fuckin' milk
 I'm not doing this with you
 Keep it a 100 my nigga
 
 Picture me putting my city all over the map
 
 They wasn't believers, I had to get even at math
 We coming, I'm pulling and 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 of my fifty's in cash
 Bitch, I'm tired of living check the cheque
 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 Inspectah Deck (getting drunk)
 Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get off my chest
 I can admit I got lots on my list and you next
 Take it how you want it, I ain't famous like I want it
 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, hoe, 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, nigga, fuck you mean
 Hol' on, goddamn it, nigga fuck you mean
 And I don't trust a muthafucking soul
 What the fuck you mean?
 Hol' up, whoa whoa whoa whoa
 What the fuck you mean?
 ♪
 Don't know what you think, compare me to niggas is nothing
 
 Adrenaline pumping, and 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 hundreds
 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 momma told me take it back and get a job instead
 (Where's your common sense, nigga?)
 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 want it
 So, I might just throw a hissy fit
 Call up Cassie, ask her if she broke up with Diddy yet
 I said shawty, if she's 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'll knock off your lid
 I doubt you gon' pop off, so hop off my dick
 Whoo! Nigga, fuck you mean, woo!
 Goddamn it, I said fuck you mean?!
 Listen, I don't trust a muthafucking soul
 Nigga, no, nigga, 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
 Nigga, I'm still as the illest considered as one of the coldest
 Still-a put a part in a rapper head like Moses
 I'm throwback like I'm Motorola
 But hoe, I'm cooler than a cup of yogurt
 Black flag Crip boy truck soldier
 I'm cool with drug lords and Ayatollah's
 Rap god cyclops and all the
 Bitch I'm King Kong ain't no body told ya?
 Fuck you think throats still smooth
 Aww 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 gone get
 Fuck you Mean?
 ♪
 Yo wassup, 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 that you stay in the studio laying something down
 Slanging mixtapes but you have yet to bring home diapers
 And lay your kid down and go to sleep
 On Snapchat talking 'bout, "Where's the plug?"
 Like I'm sure you got national grid tryna cut my lights back on
 Like "a dollar and a dream" ass career
 And you can't even come home and give us a dollar for some fuckin' milk
 I'm not doing this with you
 Keep it a 100 my nigga