Joyner Lucas – ADHD

Lyric

1. Isis (Ft. Logic)

2. Devil’s Work

3. I Love

4. ADHD (Ft. Eminem) [Unreleased]

▼▼ Joyner Lucas ft. Logic - ISIS (ADHD) ▼▼

Lyric
[Intro]

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 behaviors


[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
One time for them prayin’ on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for the homies in the chow hall (Whoa)
Three times for them hoes on the internet
Shittin’ on niggas when they really should get out more
Four times for the 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)

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Kidnap a nigga like ISIS (Whoa)
Turn a whole world to a crisis (Whoa)

Walk around the city with a ice pick
I been paranoid, usually, I ain’t like this (Boop, boop)
Ain’t no tellin’ how crazy I might get, uh (Woo!)
Beat the police with a nightstick (Boop)
In my whole life, I been lifeless
Now I’m so fly, I’m a muhfuckin’ flight risk (Woo! Whoa)
Fuck a couple hoes ’til I pass out (Whoa)
Niggas throwin’ stones at my glass house (Whoa)
I remember sleepin’ on my dad’s couch (Whoa)
Now I got the Bentley, and it’s blacked out (Whoa)
Family lookin’ at me like a cash cow (Whoa)
Errybody dissin’ just to have clout (Whoa)
Thought you had a chance, now you assed out
Nigga, I’m the muhfuckin’ man, where you at now? (Whoa)
Fuck it, I’ma hit ’em ’til they jumpin’
I ain’t trippin’, this is nothin’ (Brap, brap, brap)
I been livin’ in the dungeon
I done held a couple grudges
Went to hell and got abducted
Meet the devil, I’m his cousin
I ain’t settlin’ for nothin’
(Brap, brap, brap)
Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi when I’m bussin’
Niggas duckin’ (Bop)
Even Stevie Wonder could’ve see it comin’ (Brrrap, brap, bop)
I ain’t judgin’, I just want the money, I don’t need a budget
I been hungry, I ain’t got no oven (Bop, bop, brrrap, brap)
But I got the munchies, nigga
How you gon’ move on the front line? (Woo!)
If I don’t fuck with you, I just cut ties (Whoa)
My high school teacher said I’d never be shit
Tell that bitch 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!)


[Interlude]

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


[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
One time for them prayin’ on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
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)

[Verse 2: Logic]
Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (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 dyin’ over shit
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, then you blast
Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict
Fuck around and you don’t wanna start shit, woo!

Comin’ with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit
You could never top it, boy, just stop, stop it
High and drunk, call that HD vision
All these other motherfuckers full of indecision
And 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 bicker over who the nicest
It’s Logic, it’s obvious, just ask the audience
I’ve come to body this shit (Body this shit)
Yes, it’s egregious, I’m Regis
You Kelly, you pussy,
you pussy
Don’t push me, I’m Louis Vuitton
You at Target with your mom

On the internet still hatin’ on my last post (I hate this nigga)
I just sent a steak back at Mastro’s, my god
Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (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 Ritalin
And 5’9″ was the middleman to get ’em in the same room
Now we on the same tune, and we still the gang-dum
The illest of lyricists on the same shit

RattPack, clap back on the gang shit
Do it for the love of rap, not for the fame shit, woo!

[Chorus: Logic]
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 shit
Six times for the beats and the rhymes
Fuck the heat and the crime
Keep the peace like a waistline, woo!

[Outro]
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS

▼▼ Joyner Lucas - Devil's Work (ADHD) ▼▼

Lyric [Intro]Father, forgive me

[Verse]I’m staring at this Bible as I keep glancing
Dear Lord, I got questions and I need answers
Tryna understand your vision, all I see is damage
Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping
A bunch of lost souls on their feet standing
We supposed to be your children, I thought we family
You’re supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need answers

We don’t need to die young, we just need chances
Tired of living on the edge so we keep scrambling
Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing
We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis
Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed’s planted
Everywhere I turn, I’m seeing MC’s vanish
Lot of good niggas gone, I don’t understand it
Lot of families lost in the streets stranded
I ain’t tryna disrespect you, I just need answers
I know you’re watching us from heaven thinking, “Who to save?”
Cherry pickin’ who should go next and who should stay
I’d be on my way to heaven if I knew the way
And bring back every good nigga you choose to take
They say you never wrong, but you done made a few mistakes
‘Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you should trade
Trade us back all the real ones, remove the fakes
I think you should trade

Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon’ live for good (Ooh!)
I been screaming “Thug life” in every different hood (Thug life, thug life)

If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you would
Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us Triple X
Take that nigga Trump with you, that’s a bigger threat
There’s too much power for a coward with no intellect
That’s a bigot with a collar, there’s a disconnect

Niggas dying, Mama crying, Grandma need a tissue
Niggas shootin’ up a church, now I need a pistol
All them niggas still livin’, you don’t see the issue

But how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you?
I ain’t tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you (Lord)
I ain’t tryna overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord)
Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you (Lord)
Send them suckers straight to hell, they don’t need a vigil (Woo!)
I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli (Take!)
Give us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly
R.I.P. Lil Snupe, give that boy his life back
Take Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright back
I’m sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back
They say I’m on the wrong train, I know I’m on the right track (Yeah)

‘Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was try to fight back
Zimmerman walk around free, we don’t like that (We don’t like that)

Why you take our mothers from us?
Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us?
Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin’



Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us?
Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from us

This a fuckin’ marathon, but they runnin’ from us
Now everybody got guns, nigga’s up to something
And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or something
You know it’s not fair, tell the truth, I’ve been in my feelings too
But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof
At least take James Holmes, I ain’t even mad at that
Just bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back
Feds want me in the slammer, damn
Ain’t no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan
Lord, if you listenin’, I’m just lookin’ for a hand to hand
Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam again
Drownin’ in my tears, tryna pray for something (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us family then erase them from us (Woo!)
Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah)
Maybe I’m just probably tripping ’cause I need a hug (I need a hug)
The hood can’t find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug)
Everybody and their mama tryna be a thug
I don’t go to church ’cause I’m afraid of being judged
I’ve been starin’ at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Watchin’ niggas follow trends like Simon Says (Yeah)
I pray you give us back the real ones and try again
Or maybe take them niggas that deserve to die instead
Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensive
Laura Ingraham laughin’ at death and disrespectin’
I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings
I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention
Cost too much to pay attention, then it got expensive
Father forgive me, for I know not what I do
And now I’m reachin’ out to you, hopin’ you hear me and return the message (Joyner)
I know that you got our back and that you’re not against us
Or maybe you just love us so you doin’ shit to test us
I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us
They say that the good die young and I ain’t on the guest list
I’ve been drinkin’, Lord forgive me, it’s my blood racin’
I don’t know what I’m thinking, I’m just frustrated
I don’t mean to question you, I’m just confused
I don’t know what else to do, I’ve been patient and it sucks waiting
Took my mans from me, that forever hurts
But puttin’ the blame on you, that’d never work
I know this ain’t your fault, it’s the devil’s work
Devil’s work

▼▼ Joyner Lucas - I Love (ADHD) ▼▼

Lyric
[Intro]Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]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, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, don’t play with me, this the only thing
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love…


[Verse 1]Look, I love it when they count me out, I’m a soldier (I’m a soldier)
Love when they think I ain’t cool ’cause I’m sober (‘Cause I’m sober)
You used to love when we was down, we was closer (Yeah, yeah)
But I stopped lovin’ ever since I got fucked over
Ho, don’t call me, I don’t know ya
You gotta keep that same energy (Energy)
I’m not no regular entity (Woo)
I’m not your friend, I’m your enemy (Enemy)
I don’t know what’s gotten into me
Lately, I’m just feelin’ finicky
Lately, I just want the cake and the greatest amenities
Lately, I ain’t got no sympathy, aim at the industry
This ain’t the way that they pictured me, what’s your identity?
I guess I’m linin’ ’em up
I keep my nine in the trunk (Bang)
All of y’all niggas gon’ bleed (Bleed)
Guess it’s that time of the month

I done came up from the mud
They said I’d never be nothin’, they said I’d never be rich
They said I’d never be anything, I told ’em, “Get off my dick”


[Chorus]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, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, don’t play with me, this the only thing
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love…

[Verse 2]
I love days they say I couldn’t eat when I fell (Yeah)
On the streets with no help (Word)

Money ain’t everything (Woo)
Nigga, speak for yourself (Ayy)
Pawn shops every week (Week)
Scrapin’ change, pay the bills (Yeah)

Rainy days, couldn’t sleep (Word)
Now I sleep with my grills (Joyner)
I wanted to be like Hov (Woo)
I’m livin’ la vida loc’ (Loc’)
They jus’ wanna ride my wave (Woo)
You ain’t never seen my boat (Splash)
Hit ’em with the Eastside smoke
I’ma kill everyone, I’m a G.I. Joe
Hidin’ my weapons all in my Levi’s coat
If a nigga was pimpin’, you’d prolly be my ho (Woo)
I need some different opponents (‘Ponents)
I think I live in the moment (Yeah)
I fuck my bitch in the mornin’ (Joyner)
I take that shit when I want it (True)
All you new niggas be frontin’
You just be lyin’, I keep it 300

Came up from nothin’, I say what I want
And no, ain’t no discussion, I aim and I bust it

[Chorus]
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, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, don’t play with me, this the only thing
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love, I love, love, love, love
I love…

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