Lyrics:

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 Meant It
all My Life I Want A Grammy But I'll Prolly Never Get It
i Ain't Never Had No Trophy Or No Motherfuckin' Ribbon
fuck The System, I'm That Nigga, Bend The Law, Cut The Rules
i'm About To Risk It All, I Ain't Got Too Much To Lose
y'all Been Eatin' Long Enough, It's My Turn To Cut The Food
pass The Plate! Where My Drink This My Day, Lucky You
fuck You Too, Woo!

y'all Gotta Move, Y'all Gotta Move, Y'all Gotta Move
give Me Some Room, Give Me Some Room, Give Me The Juice
hop Out The Coupe, Hop Out The Coupe, Hop Out And Shoot
y'all Gotta Move, Y'all Gotta Move, Give Me The Juice

back On My Bullshit, My Back To The Wall
turn My Back On You, All Of You Finished
back To These Bullets, It's Back To The Job
pull My Mac Out And All Of You Runnin'
back On My Hood Shit, It's Back To The Pushin'
these Packs And I'm Actually Pumpin'
can't Fuck With You Rappers, You Practically Suckin'
you Mighta Went Platinum, But That Don't Mean Nothin'
i'm Actually Buzzin' This Time
straight Out The Kitchen, I Told 'em The Oven Is Mine
i Do Not Fuck With You Guys
if I Don't Kill You, Just Know You Gon' Suffer This Time
i Ain't No Gangster But I Got Some Bangers
some Chains And Some Blades And A Couple Of Knives
choppers And Jammies, A Partridge, A Pear Tree
my Twelve Days Of Christmas Was Nothin' But Lies
i Run At You Hard Like A Sumo (Sumo)
they Say I Talk Like A Chulo (Chulo)
i Live In Mars, I'm Not Bruno (Woo)
bitch I'm A Dog, Call Me Cujo (Rah)
you Play Your Cards, I Reverse On You All
and I Might Just Drop All Like A Uno (Bup)
cállate Boca Mejor, Maricón, Little Puto, And All Of You Culo
they've Invented A Level Off In The Ghetto To Ghetto
lookin' For Somethin' I Prolly Can Never Find Now
shit Get Relevant Until The Beef Die Down
in Truth A Nigga Just Really Want Me Tied Down
i've Been Alone And I Never Needed Nobody
just Only Me And My Shawty, I'll Tell These Niggas To Lie Down
keep All Of The Money, I Never Wanted The Lifestyle
i Just Pray To God That My Son'll Be Alright Now
i Said Ain't No Love For The Other Side
or Anyone Who Ever Want Smoke (Joyner)
when I Die, I'm Goin' Out As The Underdog Who Never Lost Hope
you In The Wrong Cab Down The Wrong Path
nigga, Wrong Way, Wrong Road
snakes In The Grass Tryna Slither Fast
i Just Bought A Fuckin' Lawn Mower

i Have Said A Lotta Things In My Day, I Admit It
this Is Payback In A Way, I Regret It That I Did It
i Done Won A Couple Grammys But I Sold My Soul To Get 'em
wasn't In It For The Trophies, Just The Fuckin' Recognition
fuck's The Difference
i'm That Cracker, Bend The Law, Fuck The Rules
man I Used To Risk It All, Now I Got Too Much To Lose
i Been Eatin' Long Enough, Man My Stomach Should Be Full
i Just Ate, Lick The Plate, My Buffet, Lucky Me
fuck You Think (Woo!)

i Got A Couple Of Mansions
still I Don't Have Any Manners
you Got A Couple Of Ghost Writers
but To These Kids It Don't Actually Matter
they're Askin' Me, 'what The Fuck Happened To Hip-Hop'
i Said, 'i Don't Have Any Answers.'
'cause I Took An L When I Dropped My Last Album
it Hurt Me Like Hell But I'm Back On These Rappers
and Actually Comin' From Humble Beginnings
i'm Somewhat Uncomfortable Winning
i Wish I Could Say 'what A Wonderful Feeling!'
we're On The Upswing Like We're Punchin' The Ceiling
but Nothin' Is Sealing, Like Anyone Has Any Fuckin' Ability
to Even Stick To A Subject, It's Killin' Me
the Inability To Pin Humility
hatata Batata, Why Don't We Make A Bunch Of Fuckin'
songs About Nothin' And Mumble!
and Fuck It, I'm Goin' For The Jugular
shit Is A Circus, You Clowns That Are Comin' Up
don't Give An Ounce Of A Motherfuck
about The Ones That Were Here Before You To Make Raps, It's Recap
way Back, Mc's That Wreak Havoc On Tape Decks
adat's With The G Raps And Kane's Hat
we Need 3 Stacks Asap, And Bring Masta Ace Back
because Half Of These Rappers Have Brain Damage
all The Lean Rappin', Face Tats, Syruped Out Like Tree Sap
i Don't Hate Trap, And I Don't Wanna Seem Mad
but In Fact With A Old-Me At The Same Cat
that Would Take That Feedback And Aim Back, I Need That
but I Think It's Inevitable
they Know A Button To Press Or A Lever To Pull
they Give Me The Snap Though (Bitch)
and If I Payin' Attention I'm Probably Makin' It Bigger
but You've Been Takin' The Dicks In The Fuckin' Back, Ho (Get It)
on The Brink In A Minute
got Me Thinkin' Of Finishin' Everything
with Acetaminophen Then Reapin' The Benefits
i'm Asleep At The Wheel Again
as I Peak Into Thinkin' About An Evil Intent
of Another Beat I'ma Kill Again
'cause Even If I Gotta End Up Eating A Pill Again
even Ketamine Or Methamphetamine With The Minithin
it Better Be At Least 70 To 300 Milligram
and I Might As Well 'cause I'ma End Up Bein' A Villain Again
levels To This Shit, I Got An Elevator
you Could Never Say To Me I'm Not A Fuckin' Record Breaker
i Sound Like A Broken Record Every Time I Break A Record
nobody Could Ever Take Away The Legacy, I Made A Navigator
motherfucker Know I Got A Right To Be This Way
i Got Spite Inside My Dna
but I Wrote Till The Wheels Fall Off, I'm Workin' Tirelessly, Ay
it's The Moment Y'all Been Waitin' For
like California Wishin' Rain Would Pour
and That Drought Y'all Have Been Prayin' For
my Downfall From The 8 Mile To The Southpaws
still The Same Marshall That Outlaw
that They Say Is A Rider Mighta Fell Off
but Back On That Bull Like The Cowboys

so Y'all Gotta Move (Yeah), Y'all Gotta Move (Yeah), Y'all Gotta Move
give Me Some Room, Give Me Some Room, Give Me The Juice
hop Out The Coupe, Hop Out The Coupe, Hop Out And Shoot
y'all Gotta Move, Y'all Gotta Move, Give Me The Juice