I ain't a social type
Joey
Know what I mean?
I ain't with all the congregating
Fuck niggas, hahaha
It's, it's, it's that 0-9, yo
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, it's true, excuse, I got a slant eye
With guard as my security guard, that's why I'm walking around feeling like I can't die
Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (me)
And I'm chasing it (or), or am I facing 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 dead 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 and stare at the truth
They doing interludes, in every interview
Talking about they prepared to shoot (bom bom)
I'm thought a fool, I'm resort to getting near a booth
They awful, what I do to them unlawful
Boss, dude, ain't got a high up to resort to
Just giving yourself a bad name
Yackidy yack, the threats in fact is that lame (oh)
You can't tell that axe arranged
Think I'm wearing a bull's eye
Just all them cats got bad aim, I'll explain
I'm past real, they past phony
Ignore the personal an' 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, stab his pockets, run his wallet on through
Every club in New York, nigga bottles on you
Better tell them what reluctance is
I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances
Soon as he through, I'll show him what substance is
Know I'm nicer when I'm toasted, I'm only rubbing it in (nigga)
You got beat up, ignored in school
Signed a deal, niggas thought you was cool
Only take one goner to slaughter your crew (slaughterhouse)
If your resumé 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 (nigga)
Five-Nine 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
And thank God I was placed in this decade by mistake
I don't belong here (ow), dad fucked mom in the wrong year
Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears
Wrong dancing, funny sounds, every song's weird
Wrong fashion, it's 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
Oh
Leave me running
Uh uh
Joey
No wonder
Where's the escape route when you need it?
Talk to 'em
Ah
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