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Isis Karaoke - Joyner Lucas & Logic

To nagranie jest coverem Isis rozsławionym przez Joyner Lucas
feat. Logic

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About

Z wokalem (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo takie jak w orginale: 120 BPM

Tonacja taka jak orginał: C♯m

Czas trwania: 03:58 - Podgląd na stronie: 01:52

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Data wydania: 2019
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Joel Anthony Puente, Robert Bryson II Hall, Boi-1da, Brian Joseph Eisner, Joyner Lucas

Wszystkie dostępne do pobrania pliki to backing tracks, a nie oryginalne utwory.

Tekst Isis

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

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