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goals for the future
Fans waiting in a line
To have me pose for a picture

Really fucking wish that I could have a couple hundred people
In a couple

Finished my time got a little piece
Long line waiting for the feast
First taste didn't make me complete
I must create I must work I must eat
I walk

get mind She told Me she love me she lied
I was outside with the guys doing Dirty work that will probably put You in a hurse
Fuck paying for a verse

and demonstrating with patience
In anticipation for the days, when I'm gonna flip the pages
And look back was worth the waiting
Scratch that, it ain't worth

It was the norm for us so know that time was just passing me by
What do you call it?
A House that was full of chain smokers and alcoholics
You walk up

different
Providing for the family, gonna come with some tough decisions
I stay waiting, until they gave me the descriptions
Time, date, place, had to make

electrical pieces,
Just to get the Ps in,
So I could train it to work,

I never hid,
I was broke,
I was skint,

But that didn’t stop the music
From hitting

off-white. Rest in Peace to Virgil, scream you got ops till
They purge you. Had a deadline, with that Work you had a curfew

Did, doing this, till I get a mil.

dreams
Now I flip these bars like I got
Some money for my basketball team
Would you buy some candy before the
Train stops and I gotta go?
I'm super

down, feel the motion
Kneel down to the churches, my sins are the quotient
Over, under, he perches, waiting for his potion
Look back now, he urges,

men 
Backdoor move in Them 5% tints 
Ye When we talkin bout them franklins I Kirk out 
Left the plug stankinn the buitness ain work out 
We push up with

men 
Backdoor move in Them 5% tints 
Ye When we talkin bout them franklins I Kirk out 
Left the plug stankinn the buitness ain work out 
We push up with

cruisers, I'll bring you a glimmer of hope
I'm repealing school zones and D.U.Is, and this ain't a joke
And for all the forty year old virgin men, relief is

Stronger now than yesterday

I was the one who came home with the gun
but I was the one who was loaded
Men never cry (so they say) or they weak
work it out

I'm Not Racist

Joyner Lucas

I'm Not Racist

2017

rather see a black man claimin' his son
And I don't mean just for one day and you done
I mean, you still trapped in a rut
And I work my ass off and I

I was in 
These foreign cities that I’d never seen 

Then it snapped me back to reality
Back to waiting for my salary
Life is good don’t get me wrong

the harbor lit by the stars
Anchored there, bold and proud and weaving with the waves
Was the small merchant vessel on which she'd stow away
The ship left port

to crop
Do it for my mom sacrifice to the top
Dance on the pack bringing soul train
I’m late night tryna get some more brain
Mobile call to the plug for

hating on me somebody please help me understand 

I don't know what got em hatin'
I gotta feeling I'm finna get big I'm just getting tired of waiting
Stop

work clothes or a dress shirt
Lesser men became intimidated by the alpha male
Hated for the great amount of tail that I'm about to nail
Bound to fail

we plannin' a baby shower or a trip to the clinic?
It depends, just askin' this for a friend
Does loyalty come unconditional or only for men?
But

the blindfold
whose the enemy? This rival per se? its Satan
I've been waiting like I took his order then baked it
Made him an album - how come it's not just

This ain't normal

I was told by my brother
You gotta pop off give in to the hunger
Don't tell nobody just stay undercover
Knock all their socks off

on the Big Ben
Now that the world's come to an end
Is it gonn be hell, or will it turn to heaven
Streets destroyed, bombed
By people who been lonely and bored