Fym Lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Picture me putting my city all over the map 

They wasn't believers, I had to get even at math 

Be coming, I'm pulling and jumping all over your grass 

So tell all my bitches I got a new girl 

Tell the police that I'm robbing the bank and I want all of my fifty's in cash 

Bitch, I'm tired of living, check the cheque 

I need twenty models and some extra sex 

Smiling in my grave, bitch I'm fresh to death 

I've been drinking Wu-Tang with Inspectah Deck (getting drunk) 

Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get off my chest 

I can admit I got lots on my list and you next 

Take it how you want it 

I ain't famous like I want it 

But I think I might just skrrt off 

Blow the speakers and turn up 

Pop a bottle of Smirnoff 

Go to church with my shirt off 

Tell the Lord that I'm here now 

I've been waiting for so long 

I've been patient for so long 

Breaking rules like there's no laws 

And I did it for a long time 

If you don't like me, take a ticket, there's a long line 

Nice to meet me, hoe 

I think the pleasure's all mine 

Shit, they've been clocking me so long, I think they lost time 

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Ooh you lost your mind, nigga 

Fuck you mean, hol' on 

Goddamn it, nigga 

Fuck you mean 

And I don't trust a muthafucking soul 

What the fuck you mean 

Hol' up, whoa whoa whoa whoa 

What the fuck you mean 

Don't know what you think, compare me to niggas is nothing 

Adrenaline pumping, and blood will be leaking and running 

Shit, I do what I do, I don't care if you like it or love it 

Tell all of my bitches I got a new girl 

And tell the police that I'm robbing the bank and I want all my money in hundreds 

Bitch, I'm tired of living on the edge 

I wanna sell drugs but they gon' call the feds 

I just bought a brick and that shit cost an arm and leg 

My momma told me take it back and get a job instead 

(Where's your common sense, nigga?) 

Me and the devil got too much in common, I swear 

Born in the ghetto I never had nothing to fear 

Take it how you want it 

I ain't famous like I want it 

So, I might just throw a hissy fit 

Call up Cassie, ask her if she broke up with Diddy yet 

I said shawty, if she's talking I ain't hitting it 

Cause she gon' call her friends up and brag about the shit we did 

Whoa 

I ain't into pillow talking, go chop off your lips 

If I ain't in your top ten, go dive off a bridge 

My block boys got Glock fours that'll knock off your lid 

I doubt you gon' pop off, so hop off my dick 

Whoo! 

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Nigga, fuck you mean, woo! 

Goddamn it, I said fuck you mean?! 

Listen, I don't trust a muthafucking soul 

Nigga, no, nigga, fuck you mean?! 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 

What the fuck you mean?! 

You thought I was finished, you thought it was over 

You thought I retired, you thought I went fishing with Kobe 

Nigga, I'm still as the illest considered as one of the coldest 

Still-a put a part in a rapper head like Moses 

I'm throwback like I'm Motorola 

But hoe, I'm cooler than a cup of yogurt 

Black flag Crip boy truck soldier 

I'm cool with drug lords and Ayatollah's 

Rap god cyclops and all the 

Bitch I'm King Kong ain't no body told ya 

Fuck you think throats still smooth 

Aww fuck it I'm Bobby Brown, I'm bout to go get loaded 

Retarded Paul McCartney bitch I'm rich 

I'm Muhammad Ali i talk shit 

I'm James Brown bout to tear down this bitch 

I'm Michael Jackson bitch I'm bad as bad gone get 

Fuck You Mean? 

Yo wassup, this is Joyner 

I'm unable to take your call right now 

Leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you, peace 

Yo, this is the third time this week that you failed to pick up your son 

And I'm just so confused 

Like I find it funny that you stay in the studio laying something down 

Slanging mixtapes but you have yet to bring home diapers and lay your kid down and go to sleep 

On Snapchat talking 'bout, "Where's the plug?" 

Like I'm showing you got national 

Bitch better cut my lights back on 

Like "a dollar and a dream" ass career and you can't even come home and give us a dollar for milk 

I'm not doing this with you 

Keep it 100 my nigga