Bank Account Lyrics - Joyner Lucas

I'm willing to die for this shit 

I'm ready to flip it and end up in 

prison the rest of my life for this shit 

So my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion 

I end up surviving this shit 

And if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the money 

I'd probably be robbing and shit 

Don't know how much I cry for this shit 

Said I am willing to ride for this shit 

You know murder's my hobby, 

inside of my closet's a bunch of dead bodies and shit 

Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go 

to church and stare at the Bible and shit 

Shawty say I'm the worst cause I do 

my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit 

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Bitch, I'm a savage I spit at you 

bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe 

I need to hear some more rapping, 

I'm just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe 

All you my soldiers and I'm a 

lieutenant, goddammit, you should be saluting me hoe 

I hope you know I ain't going nowhere 

All you rappers just better get used to me hoe 

Nigga, I'm Mr. Blue with my jeans, 

bought me a jeep, cause I wasn't riding as much 

My bank account looking weak, 

don't look at me, I ain't got no time for no fun 

Starting to feel like Tyrese, 

I'm 'bout to trip, and maybe start crying or som' 

I might just hit up the Smith's, 

throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come 

Ain't nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, 

I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride 

And they don't really wanna knuckle up, 

I hit 'em with the uppercut, 

I had these motherfuckers running for they life 

Unidentified craft when I'm flying past, 

I'm an alien sailin' and if you look up in the sky 

Blow your mind back, 

put your eyes back to your iPad, I'm an Iraqi in suicide 

When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind 

And you gon' sit down, repent 

I was raised in the sewer; me and the clown are friends 

Red balloons for your kids, sink my tooth in ya bitch 

I lost too many friends, I don't do good with kids 

What you know about riding dirty in the evening? 

What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning 

What you know about leaving the oven 

door open when there's no heat again 

And the rent is due and your landlord 

try and throw you out on the streets again 

Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a 

fucking Lamborghini when I win 'em, I'ma finally get a break 

If I didn't get away before I guarantee that if 

I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray 

She don't really want me to get petty, 

turn her dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of shit to say 

I got juice and water and a henny, 

drink it up and let the semi shoot, 

I'll pop you niggas all up in the face 

Blood all up in the lake, I 

Wanna see your wake die 

They don't wanna wave bye 

Creep when I came by, teeth like a K9 

Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side 

Eat when the beat's hot, tea from the teapot 

Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop 

Skrrt in a Nissan, swerve into three cars 

You just a bird in a beehive, you just a cold in a room full of germs 

Nigga, I said all of my idols and 

favorite rappers ain't been rhyming a lot 

What the fuck happened to Jay 

Electronica? I wonder if he still got it or not 

Whatever happened to Elzhi? 

Whatever happened to Meth? 

What happened to Beans? Whatever happened to Lauryn? 

What happened to Banks? Tell me what happened to Bleek? 

What the fuck happened to Mos? What happened to Missy? 

Nigga, what happened to Ghost? 

Whatever happened to Cube? 

What up with Common? What the fuck, where did they go? 

Tell me what happened to Budden's, what about Luda? 

I hope they ain't losing it now 

Hope they get back to the music 'cause I need some new shit 

I'm sick of these new niggas out, I'm that new nigga now 

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Nine niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch 

12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 

14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars 

17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 

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I got I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight 

Nine bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus 

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14 runners-up, 15 rubber gloves, 16 double pumps 

17 shots in your face till you cuddle 

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I'm willing to die for this shit 

Said I'm ready to flip it and end up in 

prison the rest of my life for this shit 

And my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion 

I end up surviving this shit 

Shit if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the money 

I'll probably be robbing this shit 

Don't know how much I cry for this shit 

Said I am willing to die for this shit 

You know murder's my hobby, 

inside of my closet's a bunch of dead bodies and shit 

Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go 

to church and stare at the Bible and shit 

Shawty say I'm the worst cause I do 

my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit 

Joyner, wooh!