Isis (Clean)

Isis (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas/Logic

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder or better known as ADHD

Is a mental disorder that affects an individual's ability to focus

Causing them to move around more frequently

They may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors

Joyner Lucas：

One time for them prayin' on my downfall

Yeah

Two times for the homies in the chow hall

Whoa

Three times for them h*es on the internet

S**ttin' on n***as when they really should get out more

Four times for the days that were all bad

Woo

Five times for the b***hes who ain't called back

Yeah

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

Brap brap brap

Joyner Lucas：

Kidnap a n***a like ISIS

Whoa

Turn a whole world to a crisis

Whoa

Walk around the city with a ice pick

I been paranoid usually I ain't like this

Boop boop

Ain't no tellin' how crazy I might get uh

Woo

Beat the police with a nightstick

Boop

In my whole life I been lifeless

Now I'm so fly I'm a muhf**kin' flight risk

Woo Whoa

F**k a couple h*es 'til I pass out

Whoa

N***as throwin' stones at my glass house

Whoa

I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch

Whoa

Now I got the Bentley and it's blacked out

Whoa

Family lookin' at me like a cash cow

Whoa

Errybody dissin' just to have clout

Whoa

Thought you had a chance now you a*sed out

N***a I'm the muhf**kin' man where you at now

Whoa

F**k it I'ma hit 'em 'til 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'

N***as duckin'

Bop

Even Stevie Wonder could've see it comin'

Brrrap brap bop

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 n***a

How you gon' move on the front line

Woo

If I don't f**k with you I just cut ties

Whoa

My high school teacher said I'd never be s**t

Tell that b***h that I turned out just fine

Joyner

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

Woo

We do not share the same bloodline

No

You love to run your mouth like a tough guy

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

Woo

According to the American Psychiatric Association

It affects roughly eight percent of children

And two percent of adults

Commonly believed to only affect boys

Because they are perceived as rowdy and rambunctious

Joyner Lucas：

One time for them prayin' on my downfall

Yeah

Two times for them b***hes in the South Shore

Whoa

Three times for them days on the block

Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherf**kin' outlaw

Four times for them days that were all bad

Woo

Five times for the b***hes who ain't called back

Yeah

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

Brap brap brap

Logic：

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses

Woo

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 motherf**kers on a beat kill 'em all kill 'em all

Nah nah what's beef

Beef is brothers dyin' over s**t 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

F**k around and you don't wanna start s**t woo

Comin' with the hot s**t all they do is talk s**t

You could never top it boy just stop stop it

High and drunk call that HD vision

All these other motherf**kers 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

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 s**t

Body this s**t

Yes it's egregious I'm Regis

You Kelly you p***y you p***y

Push me I'm Louis Vuitton

You at Target with your mom

On the internet still hatin' on my last post

I hate this n***a

I just had a steak back at Mastro's my god

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses

Woo

Double homicide kill the beat and the verses

Everybody livin' on the surface

But we came from the underground yeah we deserve it

Yeah uh far from the minimum killin' 'em with no Ritalin

And 5'9" 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 s**t

RattPack clap back on the gang s**t

Do it for the love of rap not for the fame s**t woo

Logic：

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 'cause I'm a f**kin' bastard

Five times Platinum with my last s**t

Six times for the beats and the rhymes

F**k the heat and the crime

Keep the peace like a waistline woo

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