Say Hello to Adele - Joyner Lucas

Now I be lying if I, I be

I need mines, I need grind, ain’t no time for no bitch

I’m surprised I’m alive, oh my god, take him up

Make him fly, break him even

They been sleeping, wake them up

They got molly, they got bands, I got fans, I got ooh

I got dro, I got grams, I got damn, I got blow, hoe

I got what you need, homie don’t raise your voice at me my G

I be, I be

On stages, and ain’t there nowhere I got to go

I ain’t got no fucking patience that’s one thing you got to know

All these rappers in my way, they think they famous, I don’t know

I swear it don’t get no better than this

I told my bitch we better get rich

Then flip these chips and get a new whip

And twist my wrist in front of ya, none of ya

Want to get pimped you son of a prick, let’s flip this win and then uh

Jump in the air

Yeah yeah whooh whooh

I just want to let you know that I’m here

I just want to sing a song and a prayer

I should probably change my hoe to affair

I could probably make your hoe disappear

Different emotions you don’t know what to feel

Always feel like my jeans burning

No bail and I’m seen murdering

New gold and your teeth hurt

I’m still walking and my feet hurt

Where’s Uber when you need one?

Just tell me where you see one

I’m driving bars on the wall

Okay, where’s Luda when you need her?

Listen, I’m my back to the wall

If you ever get a minute tell them other little niggas I’ve been winning I’ve

been doing it from hindsight

Don’t you ever get a pen in on my level never said I’m not a rebel don’t you

ever get on my mic

And you ever been a kid and been a winner by the niggas and the pen I’ma end

'em in the limelight rhyme-light

I’m like, I’m like

Swish swish whooh

I’m like eh ya hoe, there I go

I’ma kill the game this year

Say I won’t, may I?

Woo

I don’t give a fuck about no haters or what I never did

I got angels here and that’s evident

I got halos all in my head I swear

Y’all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y’all done… Y’all done lost… Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y’all done… Ya… Y’all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y’all done… Y’all done lost… Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y’all done, lost your motherfucking mind

, Kawasaki, and the Yamaha

My Mama, Auntie, told me if I ever started drama

I can go to jail

But fuck the cops

And tell the judge to suck my cock and go to hell

No filter, but I got real love

Niggas ain’t real son, tryna get meals but

Everyone’s still friends, she don’t got heels on

But her ass still fat, bet if I hit that she gonna tear up

Where are my real thugs, when they gonna hear us, when they gonna feel us?

Everyone act cray

Don’t know what make they way

Poppa can’t crip stand

They ball so hard since wristbands

So my broads ain’t got no implants, these bras ain’t got no kickstands,

and I know it though

Hold up

Fuck what you feel

I remember when I had to scrape a little change just to go to the store for

some milk

I remember when my ex bitch didn’t come home, she was stroking the field

I don’t think you really know how I feel

I don’t think you niggas know how to chill, whooh

Act like I won’t put my tongue in your bitch

Bring her closer to me

And then go to the beach, sit in the water

Don’t act like you not an emotional creep

I pull over the jeep (skrrt, skrrt)

I just want to let you know that I’m here

I just want to sing a song and a prayer

I could probably make your hoe disappear

I don’t think you niggas know how it feels

Y’all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y’all done… Y’all done lost… Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y’all done… Ya… Y’all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y’all done… Y’all done lost… Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y’all done, lost your motherfucking mind

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Now I be lying if I told you I ain’t trying to get rich

All these eyes on me, I see, that’s word to Pac and B.I.G.

When I watch them hit the pavement I’ma feel like Holly Holms

I just want to dig a hole in a cell

I just want to say Hello to Adele

I just want to make a toast to El Chapo

My idol, I might dig a hole in a cell

grills

Then I’m back to the zone, I’m in a Twilight

Got what you need, this that 24-hour spot

This that Massachusetts

I tell your bitch: ay baby

I just want to sell salt to a snail

I just want to sell a hoe to a queer

I just want to go to Oprah and Phil

Give them both a little coke and some pills

So, the fuck is you thinking you older than me?

You got some type of control over me?

Just cause you got some shit you can hold over me, like you running this shit?

I just want to make a toast to El Chapo

My idol, I might dig a hole in a cell

I just want to say Hello to Adele