ISIS – Joyner Lucas feat. Logic lyrics

Lyrics ISIS – Joyner Lucas

Isis lyrics
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, or better known as ADHD is a mental disorder that affects an individual’s ability to focus
Causing them to move around more frequently
They may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviours

One time for them prayin’ on my downfall
Two times for the homies in the .. hall
Three times for the h**s on the internet
And shittin’ on niggas when they really should get out more
Four times for the days I would hold back
Five times for the bitches who ain’t call back
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to (Brap, brap, brap)

Kidnap a n***a like ISIS
Turn a whole world to a crisis
Walk around the city with a ice pick
I been paranoid, usually I ain’t like this
Ain’t no tellin’ how crazy I might get,
Beat the police with a knife stick
And my whole life, I been lifeless
Now I’m so fly, I’m a motherfuckin’ flight risk
F**k a couple h**s ’til I pass out
Niggas throwin’ stones at my glass house
I remember sleepin’ on my dad’s couch
Now I got the Bentley, and it’s blacked out
Family lookin’ at me like a cash cow
Errybody dissin’ just to have clout
Thought you had a chance, now you asked out
N***a, I’m the motherfuckin’ man, where you at now?
F**k it, I’ma hit ’em ’til they jumpin’
I ain’t trippin’, this is nothin’
I been livin’ in the dungeon
I done held a couple grudges
What the hell, I got to ..
Meet the devil, I’m his cousin
I ain’t settlin’ for nothin’
Got a metal in the truck
I keep a semi when I’m bussin’
Niggas duckin’
Even Stevie Wonder couldn’t see it comin’
I ain’t judgin’
I just want the money, I don’t need a budget
I been hungry, I ain’t no weapon
But I got the munchies, n***a
How you gon’ move on the front line? (Woo!)
If I don’t f**k with you, I just cut ties
My high school teacher said I’d never be s**t
Tell that b***h that I turned out just fine (Joyner)
And no, I don’t know you for the twelfth time (Woo!)
We do not share the same bloodline (No)
You love to run your mouth like a tough guy
Hope you keep the same energy when it’s crunch time (Woo!)

According to the American Psychiatric Association
It affects roughly eight percent of children
And two percent of adults
Commonly believed to only affect boys
Because they are perceived as rowdy and rambunctious

One time for them prayin’ on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the south shore
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin’ chased by the cops like a motherfuckin’ outlaw
Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo!)
Five times for the bitches who ain’t called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap)

Me and Joyner need a couple hearse (Woo!)
Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses
Everybody livin’ on the surface
But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it
What’s beef?
Beef is when you murder motherfuckers on a beat, kill ’em all, kill ’em all
Nah, nah, what’s beef?
Beef is brothers hangin’ over s**t that never mattered in the first place, lyin’ in the street
What’s peace?
Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast
When enough time pass, and you blast
Kinda like John Wicke, bars like a convict
F**k around and you don’t wanna start s**t, woo!
Comin’ with the hot s**t, all they do is talk s**t
You could never top it, boy, just stop
High and drunk, call that HD vision
All these other motherfuckers full of venicision
I murder with precision all over your television
I’m numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivision
Never listen, we gon’ leave them missin’
That’s the mission like ISIS (ISIS)
Ain’t no time to think it over, who the nicest
This Logic, it’s obvious
Just ask the audience
I’ve come to body this s**t (Body this s**t)
Yes, disagree, the Regis
You Cali, you p***y, you p***y
Push me, I’m Louis Vuitton
You at Target with your mom
On the internet still hatin’ on my last post (I hate this n***a!)
I’m just finna stay back and mastros
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Me and Joyner need a couple hearse (Woo!)
Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses
Everybody livin’ on the surface
But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it
Yeah, uh, far from the minimum
Killin’ ’em with no riddlin’
If .., the middle men get a minute
Same room, now we on the same tune
And we still the gang-dum
The illest to live on the same s**t
Rattpack, clap back on the gang s**t
Do it for the love of rap, not for the fame s**t, woo!
One time for the Grammy that I never got
Two times for the Garden that I sold out
Three times for the street crimes that I committed, yeah, I did it
But thank God that I made it out
Four times ’cause I’m a fuckin’ bastard
Five times Platinum with my last s**t
Six times for the beats and the rhymes
F**k the heat and the crime
Keep the peace like a waistline

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ISIS - Joyner Lucas
ISIS - Joyner Lucas