Joyner

I want a bit more than I got I'm shining I'm always on top I'm doing my thing I been in the game And lil bitch I ain't gonna stop I want a bit more than I got I want a bit more than I got I want a bit more than I got I want a bit more than I got I'm shining I'm always on top I'm doing my thing I been in the game And lil bitch I ain't gonna stop (Never) They say that I'm rapping like Joyner And ask me to give em some pointers I say get out the game Give up your chain And take your ass back to the corner (Woo) Lately I been going savage I sleep on a bed with no mattress The winter it's cold I don't have no heat I warn myself up with some matches I'm lighting my way with a candle Your head on a mount by the mantle They running they mouth We stopping em our Then making our way to the bando I been on my grind Just don't have the time Women making me feel crazy Bout to lose my mind I'm Bout to turn it psycho And grab the knife like Michael I'm turning all the lights out on you You ain't pay the light bill You can catch me out I been creeping Fighting off my demons I been up for three days straight Bitch I don't know what sleep is I step in the spot and we getting it lit I'm callin the plug And I'm takin the bricks The whip and the cash the ice on his wrist Want a bit more than I got and that's it I been fly so long that I don't need a plane Getting so much head that I don't need a brain Getting so much cash that I don't need a bank I been going hard what the f*ck you think What you think I didn't plan it? What you think I had no goals? What you think I had no dreams? What you think I had no hopes? What you think I had no drive? What you think had no ambition? I'm killing these rappers And slicing they neck Then dropping em off with the fishes No we not the same we are different I study the flow and deliverance I don't need no help, I do it myself I'm going around all the middlemen Making my beats so I don't have to pay Record all my music I don't have to wait I'm taking you out if you get in my way And sending you up to the heavenly gates I'm tired of losers I'm tired of fakes Im wanting it all and I wana be great I don't have no room So bitch stay in your lane And I ain't ever gonna talk yo no se Petal to metal I got my hand on the shovel I'm digging graves and telling hoes to lie down I went from ghetto to better Im steady fighting the devil He want my soul And Im tellin him it's mine now