Zeze (freestyle) Lyrics - Joyner Lucas

[Intro] 

Ahh, shit 

Joyner! 

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[Verse] 

Yo, nigga's saying, "What a great battle" 

But you about to see a fucking snake rattle 

Boy, you just a pony with a pink saddle 

I'm truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake's shadow 

When are you gon' overcome? (Huh) 

When are you gon' level up? 

When are you gon' grow another foot? (Huh) 

When are you gon' show us that you number one? (When) 

And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple months 

Don't you think I'm bluffing neither 

I thought you were tougher, eager (Damn) 

How you almost signed to Justin Bieber? 

You look like a fuckin' beaver (Haha) 

Ten years in the game but yo' ass still sittin' on the fucking bleachers 

Boy, you just another diva (Just another diva) 

Heard yo' grandmama kicked you out the house screaming 

"Tory, we don't fucking need you" 

Why yo' daddy up and leave you? (Why) 

I guess this is how they fucking treat you 

And you my puppet, you my Cousin Skeeter 

This ain't what you wanted, they been waiting for it 

I'm Joyner Lucas, what the fuck you niggas take me for 

(What the fuck) 

I pull up in a Demon but I kill Satan for it 

If you want attention Tory you gon' have to pay me for it 

All these hoes love me but you sucker niggas hate me for it 

You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door 

The bullets fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy 

All you do is cry, you a child, you my baby boy 

You call yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah) 

Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo' shit 

Don't ever think that you could ever come compare yo' shit 

Little girls and kids only ones who feel yo' shit 

I skipped the plaques on my way to a Grammy 

All your records soft and sweet, niggas think that you candy 

Your niggas really convinced you that you think you can scare me 

And you got identity issues, niggas think you a tranny, really? (Damn) 

Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why) 

I know keeping up with lies can get tiring sometimes 

You not a G and deep down you wanna hide sometimes 

Staring at the sunshine and start crying sometimes 

Your real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine 

And when you sing you kinda sound like you dying sometimes 

You make the type of tracks that had me feelin' silent inside 

Nobody take you serious, put all the violence aside 

Okay, let's talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah) 

Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing 

(Let's talk about it) 

And that writer who wrote yo' shit still ain't get paid on that "Don't Die" record 

You should probably go pay the nigga (Yeah, man) 

And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh) 

Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending 

On 4AM Flex 2 minutes and 50 seconds 

Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen 

You inspired by the niggas you name dropped 

Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops 

When I seen you on Flex, I gave props 

But then we found out you stole Don Q shit from the train stop 

You thought you were fly 'til the plane drop 

Ugly motherfucker tryna stunt in a tank top 

It's no wonder why they used to feed yo' ass with a slingshot 

You my son, this the last time I'll give you a Ring Pop 

Sit down, you on punishment 

And don't get up until you see me 

And don't even think about touching that TV 

No more video games, no more phone, no more 3D 

No more radio or boombox for your weak ass CD 

Matter of fact, give me your chains back and everything I bought you 

You a disgrace to this family and everything I taught you 

I hate to say it son but you make me sick 

I should'a knew you weren't shit when you came out with a baby dick 

It's no wonder why you pay for pussy 

Tory you think you slick 

All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy prick 

Shit, highly disappointed in you son, I need some answers 

How come you couldn't follow in my steps and be a dancer? 

Or maybe write a book like me or be somebody's grandpa 

Instead you wanna be a fucking rapper with some hair plugs 

No more rapping, give me your pen and paper 

No more lying to the people on how you the biggest gangster 

Now hurry up and get your juicy out the refrigerator 

You going to bed at eight o'clock and not a minute later 

No, I don't wanna hear it 

No, let this be a lesson 

Close your mouth and go into your room like I suggested 

I'm a get real Joe Jackson in a second 

Matter of fact, give me your toys, I'm adding that to the collection 

I just did a show and got it lit ya little nigga 

And my freestyles killing your originals nigga 

Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little nigga 

You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know nigga 

You ain't from Toronto, put that on the Bible 

I put six hollows in your Ferragamo 

Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the bottle 

Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado 

Now come get on my level, I'm hard as metal 

I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel 

I bury all of you little ninja turtles 

You Donatello, you soft as jello 

You must be gone off that Amaretto 

It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as pillows 

You fucking midget, I call you Elmo 

I throw you out a fucking car window 

I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings 

Yo' heart spinning, my bars illing 

I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm authentic 

Your bars running no off limits 

Don't talk business, don't talk, listen 

I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck! Nigga 

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[Outro] 

What, nigga 

Fuck out my face nigga 

Ayy nigga look 

We gonna get one in, pause 

Let's not, let's not do this back and forth shit no more 

I, I think we know what's up, you know 

Ha ha ha, Joyner