Young black America Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner White man kill a black man, they never report us Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up Mama she was sour, sippin' on

I'm not racist With all due respect I don't have pity for you black niggas, that's the way I feel Screamin' "Black Lives Matter" All the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills Yellin' "nigga this" and "nigga that" Call everybody "nigga" and

I love, I love, love, love, love Get away from me, if I was you, I'd watch what you say to me Snakes all in my bed, wanna lay with me? This ain't no motherfuckin' game, why you play with me? Don't play with me, this the only thing I love, don't play with

Transformer, I just popped a transformer Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner Jackie Joyner, racin'

Float away, float away, float away-ay-yeah Ain't no way, ain't no way you can go back Smashing, watch the glass fly We're frozen in this moment Damn, this is not alright How the fuck I end up on the other side of life? No more hangin' with my friends, no

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 You know, you really piss me off sometimes I spent all night waiting for you to come home And I've woken up without you I don't

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no You heard what I said Damn I feel so loose, I'm about to pop shit What's a man to do when he's out of options? I ain't wanna do it but Sh, hold on No, no, no, no, no, no I said gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that

I don't wanna be nothing like you I don't wanna be anything like you I don't wanna be just like you I don't wanna be-e-e just like you I don't wanna become just like you Look, I don't wanna be no fuck nigga I don't wanna sell drugs, nigga I don't wanna

I've been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain't got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own And this is my confession, I can't lie anymore She say I think with my dick and she probably right And he gon' do whatever when he feeling good But

Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I