I'm Not Joyner Lyrics - Don Q

[Intro] 

This where we separate 

The boys from the men 

I'm not Joyner 

I am not Joyner 

You niggas really got me fucked up 

It's 'bout to get real spooky 

Real real real spooky, you feel me? 

We ain't even gon' play with you not one bit, you feel me? 

I thought about lettin' you live a little bit 

But you gave me the gun, nigga 

You told me to shoot you in the fuckin' head, nigga 

I guess you thought I would jam up or somethin' 

This clip unlimited, nigga 

Shit don't stop with me 

Yeah (Bitch) 

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[Verse 1] 

This is when it gets spicy (Spicy) 

You went to Funk Flex a started spittin' just like me, (Facts) 

Speak up if I'm lyin' 

You told me that you watched my freestyle hundreds of times (Hundred of times) 

Guess that's why you sound like me in a couple of lines (Yeah) 

You said memories don't die, my memory don't lie 

You literally went up there and mimicked me the whole time 

You puttin' niggas on the list (List) 

You tell the world it's false, but when I seen you backstage you admitted to the shit (You admitted to the shit) 

Perfect example of nigga tryna work up a scandal (Tryna work up a scandal) 

You ain't never played the first with the samples (Never!) 

Turnin' yay to rock since 'Ye was on the Roc workin' with samples 

Pick the wrong person to amp you in front of this audience 

Now let's get more intense, hollows is stuffed in the .40 clip 

Oh, Tory rich? I'll line the kid up like Tori Brixx 

I ain't none of these backpack, rap cats you been goin' against (I ain't) 

Put money I'll back smack and start snatchin' all Tory's shit 

I ain't Joyner Lucas, never went to college, I'm a corner student 

Before the music, white tainted pills and it's all-inclusive (All-inclusive) 

This ain't what you wanted, stupid, I threw the bait 

Huge mistake, you 'bout to fall into it, show me your heart 

And don't you start the panic yet 

This is only the start (Only the start) 

I'm 'bout to send you where it's lonely and dark, hold your remarks 

Ain't no fuckin' street niggas out condonin' these marks 

Shells hit his body, and they tore Tory apart 

Keep it a buck, I really like your shit (Like your shit) 

And I give you respect, 'cause you one of the few that write your shit 

But that's besides the point (What up?) 

And whoever I stand beside'll point and stretch 'em and bury the weapon so they never find the joint 

It's not a game, it's for respect, this is not for fame 

But I know if I finish you off, it's a lot to gain 

Caught a Capela, the tre' handle, then the rocket bang 

Jammed 'em in traffic, had bullets swervin' in and out of lanes 

We are not designed the same (We are not designed the same) 

You come to play or not? 

The .40 in the safety box, the .380 pocket change 

We all for it, it ain't called for, but he called for it 

Sacrifice a rapper life, I'ma take yours for it 

Uh-oh, this a booby trap, hope he fall for it 

4-4, push his kuffi back, make him fall forward 

Before I get bodied by a singin' nigga, I'll body a singin' nigga 

Then air out the choir while they sing to niggas 

Me and you can meet up right now, fuck bringin' niggas 

Omar from The Wire with the shotty bunch of Stringer niggas 

War time, about face, I don't gotta clout chase (Clout chase) 

I don't gotta rap for nine minutes just to sound great 

You diss Joyner Lucas with his sound? Oh, that's foul play 

You diss Drake and took his style on your Love Me Now? tape 

You ain't never trapped in a hooptie with out-of-town plates 

You ain't got no killers down waitin' on a trial date 

My youngin' in the feds and they hit 'em with a pound cake 

Five for a gun? Man, that shit doesn't even sound straight 

I slam Tory 'til the ground shake and the towel break 

FN make him moonwalk, yappa make him cloud skate 

Y'all really think this clown safe? This gon' be a easy one 

With these here lines versus a nigga with a recedin' one 

I told you this your last straw, now you gotta eatin' one 

Livin' life on the tube 'til you got a breathin' one 

Believe in one, heaven or hell 

And dead bodies leave a hell of a smell and we ain't lettin' 'em yell 

Tie his mouth shut, hit the house up, cover the trail 

Like fuck what you sell, my magazine double X-L 

Somebody tell Tory put on his hoodie and step out 

It's just me, I don't need Boogie to help out, nigga 

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[Outro] 

Yeah 

I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout your sales, nigga 

Your followers, none of that shit, nigga 

Come outside, nigga, put your fuckin' boots on, nigga 

Don't bring Boogie up, none of that shit, nigga 

I do this shit for real, nigga 

You must be really ahead of your time, nigga 

You're 20 some years old with a 50 year old nigga hairline 

Get the fuck out of here 

Tory! 

Uno, tell that nigga I still need my hook too nigga, ha 

R&B niggas out of fuckin' pocket 

Gotta slap you niggas around a little bit 

Show you niggas how ugly it can get 

Don! 

Bitch! 

Where the ambulance? 

Why the man body still right there? 

The man ain't supposed to be layin' there 

Where the damn ambulance?