Karaoké Isis Joyner Lucas & Logic

One time for them prayin' on my downfall

Two times for the homies in the chow hall

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

Five times for the bitches who ain't call back

Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to

Kidnap a nigga like ISIS woah

Turn the whole world to a crisis woah

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 uh

Beat the police with a nightstick

In my whole life I been lifeless

Now I'm so fly

I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk

Woah

Fuck a couple hoes 'till I pass out woah

Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house woah

I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch woah

Now I got the Bentley and it's blacked out woah

Family lookin' at me like a cash cow woah

Everybody dissin' just to have clout woah

Thought you had a chance now you assed out

Nigga I'm the motherfuckin' man

Where you at now

Fuck it Imma hit 'em 'till they jumpin'

I ain't trippin', this is nothin'

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'

Got a metal in the truck

I keep a semi when I'm bussin'

Niggas duckin', even Stevie

Wonder could've see it comin'

I ain't judgin'

I just want the money

I don't need a budget

I been hungry

I ain't got no oven but

I got the munchies nigga

How you gon' move on the front line

If I don't fuck with you

I just cut ties

My high school teacher said

I'd never be shit

Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine

And no I don't know you for the twelfth time

We do not share the same bloodline

You love to run your mouth like a tough guy

Hope you keep the same energy when it's crunch time

One time for them prayin' on my downfall

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

Five times for the bitches who ain't called back

Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to

Me and Joyner, Me and Joyner

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses

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 and you blast

Kinda like John Wick

Bars like a convict

Fuck around and you don't wanna start shit

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

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

Yes it's egregious, I'm Regis

You Kelly, you pussy, you pussy

Push me, I'm Louis Vuitton

You at Target with your mom

On the internet still hatin' on my last post

I just had a steak back at Mastro's

My God

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses

Double homicide

Kill the beat and the verses

Everybody livin' on the surface but we came from the underground

Yeah we deserve it

Far from the minimum

Killin' 'em with no Ritalin

And Five-Nine 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 wooh

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 'cos 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