Ms. Joyce

I'm tryna take my shit to another level, man

I'm tryna learn how to make these hits, man

(In another life, we alright, hmm)

Brain-tangled like my chain-chain, with my momma name

Pain bubble on my brain, man this shit don't feel the same

Same hoes from the ninth-grade, tryna give me nicotine

In the Scout like Mane and Tame, old Impala frame

I'm a creature, I'm a Smiiture

I could teach ya, still I'll beat ya

Facial features give me frequents

I get low, sometimes I be up

All depends like old shit

All that old shit that you bring up

Two white coups, the Olsen Twins

Mama oh my god there go they man

Oh-oh, and I'm feelin' her pheromones

I'm a, king, she wanna make the pharaoh moan

Now, now I'm in my zone (but you can hop in my ride)

Look cool when you see me, same color, tortellini

Pockets used to be Bulimic, you wouldn't believe it

Someday wanna be like Jesus, other day's young Jeezy

To the bag I pledge allegiance, president just got impeached

Nigga, ain't shit sweet (huh, HSM fuck Trump)

Oh yeah, yeah

Katana, tryna find ya

should I remind ya, in my blindside

Wait I don't love ya

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Woah, woah

Ooh, ooh

Coming up shit was different man

Cause me I was playing in a different game

Hustlin', tryna get some change

These motherfuckers hate but it ain't no thing

I'm just out here doing me, and that's the difference between you and me

Cause I'm out here trying to truly be, number one, man fuck number two or three

Or four and five, that's hoe shit cause I'm going live and it's going up

My shit gas and it's blowing up, your shit trash, you ain't showing up

Getting bags and I'm cashing out, got bitches passin' out

Smash your bitch then I'm smashin' out

Cause you did it for cap and clout

I'm OG and my shit be, like Kobe and like Nipsey

Came up with young Pimp C, so you niggas can't fuck with me

This shit be upper echelon, that's what kind of flex I'm on

You say you next? Come on

I come through and wrecked, like give me the check, I'm gone

PA that's where I'm from, H-Town that's where I stay

Texas that's what it do, this dirty-south mane and we don't play

Reppin' for young Sweet Jones, and mama wears his T-Jones

That's the typa shit we on

You ain't with it fuck nigga be gone

These niggas way too phony, something I'll never respect

You 1-800, I had to call and collect

Exfoliate the guest, clean face, clean slate

These niggas got cheesecake, my niggas got sheeshcake (haha)

I don't walk outside with hoes, if she pull up, she's bae

Viva la via I'm usually couped up

Prolly why he never had no cosigns, real friends and real time to sell shows it's a headline, long line marquee Smi

Pockets on Rikishi, wrestling all my demons (this shit isn't easy)

Same time shorty text saying she need me

Me? I'm thinking more Rio trips, get the Luigi, sheesh

Mamma mia up in the VIP, off the shrooms

All my partners in this bitch, surround the room

I know problems in this bitch, I assume

And I'm flier than a witch, get the broom

Full sweep when I bump I'm coming through (when I'm coming through)

who is he when I bump coming through

Those dreams are finally coming true (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Whassup fool, what you on man?

Niggas tryin-, niggas tryna be outside tonight or what?

Your ass need to get outside the studio

That's crazy what it like? (pull up (?) nigga, I'm just moving around)

Shit I got some Hennessy though I just smoked this (?) I feel like Superman

Told my exes, they all should join an art class

All they do is draw conclusions

Probably why they hate my smart ass

Just played a show in Texas

Yee-haw, new coupe got horses

Couple days we off to Memphis

Need drugs, need blunts, need forces

See my best friends know I might- might not- (pull (?) bitch nigga, I'm just moving around)

I don't know I might change my mind

Keep to me, you know what I feel?

Shit, I don't know man, it's complicated (I'm just moving around, yeah)

(I'm just moving it around)