Bank Account (Remix) Lyrics – Joyner Lucas


I’m willing to die for this shit
I’m ready to flip it
And end up in prison
The rest of my life for this shit
So my momma ain’t want me,
She got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
And if I wanted somethin’,
I ain’t got the money
I’d probably be robbing and shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to ride for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby,
Inside of my closet’s
A bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed
‘Cause I go to church
And stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst
Cause I do my dirt,
And I don’t be hiding this shit
Bitch, I’m a savage
I spit at you bastards,
I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping,
I’m just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers
And I’m a lieutenant,
Goddammit,
You should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain’t going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me hoe.
Nigga,
I’m Mr. Blue with my jeans,
Bought me a jeep,
Cause I wasn’t riding as much
My bank account looking weak,
Don’t look at me,
I ain’t got no time for no fun.
Starting to feel like Tyrese,
I’m ’bout to trip,
And maybe start crying or som’
I might just hit up the Smith’s,
Throw me a fit
And wait for my wire to come
Ain’t nobody give or show me love
When I was coming up,
I had to double up
And tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don’t really wanna knuckle up,
I hit ’em with the uppercut,
I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft when I’m flying past,
I’m an alien sailin’
And if you look up in the sky
Blow your mind back,
Put your eyes back
To your iPad,
I’m an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded
And your mind explode in the wind
And you gon’ sit down, repent
I was raised in the sewer;
Me and the clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids,
Sink my tooth in ya bitch
I lost too many friends,
I don’t do good with kids.
What you know about riding dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles, And a pack of sazon seasoning?
What you know about leaving the oven
Door open when there’s no heat again?
And the rent is due,
And your landlord
Try and throw you out
On the streets again
Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley And a fucking Lamborghini
When I win ’em,
I’ma finally get a break
If I didn’t get away
Before I guarantee
That if I talk to God,
Then I can say I got it when I pray
She don’t really want me to get petty
Turn her dime into a penny,
But she know I got a lot of shit to say
I got juice and water and a henny,
Drink it up and let the semi shoot,
I’ll pop you niggas all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wake die
They don’t wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by,
Teeth like a K9
Bleed through your Levi,
We from the East Side
Eat when the beat’s hot,
Tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top,
Beg till your knees pop
Skrrt in a Nissan,
Swerve into three cars
You just a bird in a beehive,
You just a cold in a room full of germs
Nigga,
I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot
What the fuck happened to Jay Electronica?
I wonder if he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to Meth?
What happened to Beans?
Whatever happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks?
Tell me what happened to Bleek?
What the fuck happened to Mos?
What happened to Missy?
Nigga, what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Cube?
What up with Common?
What the fuck,
Where did they go?
Tell me what happened to Budden’s?
What about Luda?
I hope they ain’t losing it now
Hope they get back to the music
‘Cause I need some new shit
I’m sick of these new niggas out,
I’m that new nigga now
I got One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight
9 niggas wanna war,
10 niggas on the floor,
11 niggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war,
13 carnivores,
14 Labradors,
15 dinosaurs,
16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades At your rental car,
18 ways you can die When you have it all
I got One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight
9 bitches wanna fuck,
10 niggas wanna rush,
11 hitters on a bus
12 think they one of us,
13 other guns,
14 runners-up,
15 rubber gloves,
16 double pumps
17 shots in your face Till you cuddle up,
18 ways you can die Tryna fuck with us
(Aw) (Aw)
I’m willing to die for this shit
Said I’m ready to flip it
And end up in prison
The rest of my life for this shit
And my momma ain’t want me,
She got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
Shit,
If I wanted somethin’,
I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to die for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby,
Inside of my closet’s
A bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed
‘Cause I go to church
And stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst
Cause I do my dirt,
And I don’t be hiding this shit
Joyner, wooh!

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