Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it

I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it

All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it

I ain't never had no trophy or no motherf**kin' ribbon

F**k the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules

I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose

Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food

Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you

F**k you too, woah!

Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move

Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice

Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot?

Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall

Turn my back on you all and you're finished

Back to these bullets, it's back to the job

Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'

Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'

These packs and I'm actually pumpin'

Can't f**k with you rappers, you practically suckin'

You mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'

I'm actually buzzin' this time

Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine

I do not f**k with you guys

If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time

I ain't no gangster but I got some bangin'

Some chains and some blades in and a couple of knives

Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree

My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies

I, run at you hard like a sumo (sumo)

They say I talk like a chulo (chulo)

I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno

Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo

You play your cards, I reverse on you all

And I might just drop four like an Uno

Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo

They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto

Lookin' for something that prolly can never find out

Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now

What you would nigga? You really want me tied down

I've been alone, I never needed nobody

Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down

Keep all of the money, I never wanted the lifestyle

I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now

I said ain't no love for the other side

Or anyone who ever want smoke

When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope

You in the wrong cab down the wrong path

Nigga wrong way, wrong road

Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast

I just bought a f**kin' lawn mower

I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it

This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it

I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em

Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the f**kin' recognition

F**k's the difference?

I'm that cracker, bend the law, f**k the rules

Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose

I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full

I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me

F**k you think? (Woo!)

I got a couple of mansions

Still I don't have any manners

You got a couple of ghost writers

But to these kids it don't actually matter

They're askin' me "What the f**k happened to hip-hop?"

I said "I don't have any answers"

'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album

It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers

And actually coming from humble beginnings

I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning

I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!"

We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling

But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any f**kin' ability

To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to pin humility

Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of f**kin'

Songs about nothin' and mumble!

And f**k it, I'm goin' for the jugular

Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up

Don't give an ounce of a motherf**k

About the ones that were here before you to make raps, let's recap

Way back, MC's that recap and tape decks

ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at?

We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back

Because half of these rappers have brain damage

All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap

I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad

But in fact, where the old me at? the same cat that would take that

Feedback and aim back, I need that

But I think it's inevitable

They know what button to press or what lever to pull

To get me the snap though (lil' bitch)

And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big

But you've been takin' the d***s

In the f**kin' back, ho (get it?)

On the brink, any minute

Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything

With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits

I'ma sleep at the wheel again

As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent

Of another beat, I'ma kill again

'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again

Even ketamine or methamphetamine

With the minithin, it better be at least 70 to 300 milligram

And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again

Levels to this s**t I got an elevator

You could never say to me I'm not a f**kin' record breaker

I sound like a broken record every time I break a record

Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater

Motherf**ker now I got a right to be this way

I got spite inside my DNA

But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy

It's the moment y'all been waitin' for

Like California wishin' rain would pour

And that drought y'all have been prayin' for

My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw

Still the same Marshall that outlaw

That they say is a writer might've fell off

But back on that bull like the cowboys

So y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move

Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice

Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot?

Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice