Joy

Good morning

Yeah, magnum opus nigga, we the elite

She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang

Took the crumbs and I made me a feast

You want a piece?

Nigga, bon appetite

Time to fuck up the streets

Blowing big, Mr. Fuck the police

Dead presidents forgot to impeach, gang

Snatched crumbs out the mouth of the beast

Here's a piece, all my niggas eat

Time to fuck up the streets

They want to stick me for my paper, no biggie

Death Row '94, I bought the hammer with me

This rap shit that went soft on niggas

You know the rest, LAX, take off on niggas

I'm talking lolos, a couple of cholos, la vida loco

Facts and a choco

Hey Siri, we need some more hoes

I know you hear me in your theory, we gon' poke holes

Two middle fingers in the air, yeah, that's the logo

Come have a sweat with us

Keep discreet figures

Roll the riches, bitches, at the Staples Center, hittin' switches

Celebrate my nigga Kobe like JFK

And turn this shit into a fucking Billie Holiday

No more TED talk, let the bread talk

OG Loud, nigga Kid Rock, city in the headlock

Birthdays was the worse days

Now we sip gin and juice when we thirsty

Yeah, you on the clock, Tik-Tok, nigga kick rocks

With the position you're in, I be pissed off

My clip cough, 3-2-1, lift off

She paid for the ass

I wonder how much the lift cost?

I bet a blank check will drive all them tears

Black Moses, give me my roses while I'm here with ya

They say a artist paint until ain't nothing left

That's what the fuck I call a brush for death

What you expect, huh?

Yeah, magnum opus nigga, we the elite

She ain't a freak, but she do it for me, gang

Took the crumbs and I made me a feast

You want a piece?

Nigga, bon appetite

Time to fuck up the streets

Blowing big, Mr. Fuck the police

Dead presidents forgot to impeach, gang

Snatched crumbs out the mouth of the beast

Here's a piece, all my niggas eat

Time to fuck up the streets