I ain't a social type

Joey

Know what I mean?

I ain't with all the congregating

Fuck ****, hahaha

It's, it's, it's that 0-9, yo

Hey yo, I can't lie, spent a few years trying to understand why

When, how is it now I'm so anti?

Face asked if you've ever seen a man cry

I think before that shit ain't even pan right

So I don't look at rap dudes like you fans might

Rude, it's true, excuse, I got a slant eye

With guard as my security guard, that's why I'm walking around feeling like I can't die

Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (me)

And I'm chasing it (or), or am I facing it?

(****) no, past, I'm erasing it

I'm an addict, got a habitual habit and I don't avoid voids

Good at substitution, replacing shit

I'm just trying to find my place with shit

Pacing quick, I ain't go no patience with

**** dead can't speak they mind

What the fuck they got a mouth for?

Me I'm so full of rage, so used to being caged

I probably shouldn't be outdoors

Everybody so scared of the truth

Look in my eyes and stare at the truth

They doing interludes, in every interview

Talking about they prepared to shoot (bom bom)

I'm thought a fool, I'm resort to getting near a booth

They awful, what I do to them unlawful

Boss, dude, ain't got a high up to resort to

Just giving yourself a bad name

Yackidy yack, the threats in fact is that lame (oh)

You can't tell that axe arranged

Think I'm wearing a bull's eye

Just all them cats got bad aim, I'll explain

I'm past real, they past phony

Ignore the personal an' physical attacks on me

I remain cool, relaxed homie

Brand new, I ain't got a scratch on me

So what your squad gonna do

Lay a hand on me, I'll lay a hollow on you

Change hands, stab his pockets, run his wallet on through

Every club in New York, **** bottles on you

Better tell them what reluctance is

I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances

Soon as he through, I'll show him what substance is

Know I'm nicer when I'm toasted, I'm only rubbing it in (****)

You got beat up, ignored in school

Signed a deal, **** thought you was cool

Only take one goner to slaughter your crew (slaughterhouse)

If your resumé got deaded today, they'd call you a fool (how 'bout that)

All them years rapping, nothing else happening

You need a new day to day

Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid

Gasping, timeout, take a break from the play or grab a Gatorade

Bad contract, team can't make a trade

Majors fucking you in the ass, you gonna stay a slave (****)

Five-Nine in my ear saying "Hey, behave"

But shit is fucked up, and I blame it on the way it was paved

I chill for the sake of your age

You great live, but let me know when that stage get appraised

All in raising the stakes

Swear you and your label should pray

And thank God I was placed in this decade by mistake

I don't belong here (ow), dad fucked mom in the wrong year

Wrong peers amongst **** with wrong ears

Wrong dancing, funny sounds, every song's weird

Wrong fashion, it's like everybody's gone queer

Be clear, I ain't here to be friends

You can dislike me, I ain't here to pretend

Run, but you can't hide, I can't lie

Told **** in the first two bars, I was anti

Oh

Leave me running

Uh uh

Joey

No wonder

Where's the escape route when you need it?

Talk to 'em

Ah