Joyner Lucas - Don't Ask for Nothin lyrics

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(Intro)

Are we on? We on?

(Verse)

I grew up on the east side, where the shottaz go bang

I woke up in the mornin', watch my cock in the sink

Broke as hell, with no money, just a shop and a stink

Cause now I'm really contemplating on robbin' a bank

Take the cash and roll out, and give half to the slum

Tryna speak my mind, another cat be catchin' it's tongue

I wanna hire a hitman and kill rappers for fun

half now to do the job, and the other half when it's done

In high-school, you was a man, always yappin' yo gums

Now we look at you like damn, fuck happened to you, son?

I dunno, I guess it's flared to be rapper or some

My momma used to tell me 'Joyner, don't be askin' for nothing'

But that's irrelevant, no rubber bands can stretch the pain

Like bleeding all the fucking ink

I'm sweating in, I'm everywhere your model is

(Verse)

I swear to god, I'll never tell a fucking lie ever

That was just another lie, another lie to remember

I remember last December, I got jumped by God with scissors

Tryna cut me after with a beef, but I got salmonella

I neva been a muslim, but I fucked with five percent of them

If you wanted five percent of every time I lost my temper

I'd be rich as fuck

Don't be bichin' up, go get these hoes a sippy cup

You faggots steady hatin' when it should be love

(It should be us) It should be me, it could be you

When i was 22, I wanted 22s on my bunny coupe

Butta guard, tryna find a job, went to Sunday school

Praise the Lord, now I'm goin' to court tryna hustle too

(It's all good) I'm just an average negro

Turning 22 with half a kilo, then it's back to my seat

(Verse)

Imagine a few of me and you disappear for a while

Moved all the way to Montana where you'd barely fit in

A black man with tattoos and all that hair on your chin

But chances are you'd be some nigga we'll never hear from again

Pro'ly miss side on a good route, and a good route will pass out

Back side of a wood couch

What about my fuckin' momma? Good house with a picket fence

And I'm stealin' vans for renovations, but a fish tank

Inside my kitchen could use some instalation

That's my big advance, when I pick Range Rover for a kick a can

And my bitch is waitin', she need that, you must be sick of

Makin' promises you can't keep

Asking is less fortunate, I can't sleep, my mind race faster than Jeff Gordon

Stole a car seat, now I own Charlie with less horses

Shout out to DjBooth, cause we movin' with less sponsors

(Verse)

I heard these niggas tryna take some shots at me

But my brain's convinced (it won't work)

If I die now, then I pro'ly be an angel prince

And I don't need to jump at you just to make you flinch

But if you call a pole, then I be like 'o.k., you there, you in'

Cause if you not in church, then it's o.k. to sin?!

Shit, I heard hell is a hell working on Satan's mill

If that's true, how would you fill a cage with him?

And I don't need to carry change just to make some sense

Let me draw out this picture here for you anxious men

I wanna die in my eighties with a case of gyn

You get shot up in yo face

And then your brains will spin

Have you loose all yo life? Then it pays to win

They ain't afraid to let the blade penetrate yo skin

Called the undertaker to leave your remains with him