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ISIS Feat Logic letra Joyner Lucas ISIS Feat Logic letra |
(Intro)
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Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, or better known as ADHD, is a mental disorder that affects an individual's ability to focus
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Causing them to move around more frequently
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They may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors
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(Chorus 1: Joyner Lucas)
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One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
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Two times for the homies in the chow hall (Whoa)
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Three times for them hoes on the internet
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Shittin' on niggas when they really should get out more
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Four times for the days I would hold back (Woo!)
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Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
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Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap)
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(Verse 1: Joyner Lucas)
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Kidnap a nigga like ISIS (Whoa)
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Turn a whole world to a crisis (Whoa)
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Walk around the city with a ice pick
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I been paranoid, usually I ain't like this (Boop, boop)
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Ain't no tellin' how crazy I might get, uh (Woo!)
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Beat the police with a nightstick (Boop)
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And my whole life, I been lifeless
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Now I'm so fly, I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk (Woo! Whoa)
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Fuck a couple hoes 'til I pass out (Whoa)
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Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house (Whoa)
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I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch (Whoa)
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Now I got the Bentley, and it's blacked out (Whoa)
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Family lookin' at me like a cash cow (Whoa)
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Errybody dissin' just to have clout (Whoa)
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Thought you had a chance, now you assed out
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Nigga, I'm the motherfuckin' man, where you at now? (Whoa)
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Fuck it, I'ma hit 'em 'til they jumpin'
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I ain't trippin', this is nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)
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I been livin' in the dungeon
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I done held a couple grudges
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What the hell I got to duck to meet the devil?
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I'm his cousin, I ain't settlin' for nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)
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Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi when I'm bussin'
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Niggas duckin' (Bop)
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Even Stevie Wonder couldn't see it comin' (Brrrap, brap, bop)
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I ain't judgin', I just want the money, I don't need a budget
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I been hungry, I ain't got no weapon (Bop, bop, brrrap, brap)
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But I got the munchies, nigga
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How you gon' move on the front line? (Woo!)
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If I don't fu*kwith you, I just cut ties (Whoa)
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My high school teacher said I'd never be shit
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Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine (Joyner)
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And no, I don't know you for the twelfth time (Woo!)
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We do not share the same bloodline (No)
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You love to run your mouth like a tough guy
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Hope you keep the same energy when it's crunch time (Woo!)
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(Interlude)
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According to the American Psychiatric Association
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It affects roughly eight percent of children
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And two percent of adults
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Commonly believed to only affect boys
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Because they are perceived as rowdy and rambunctious
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(Chorus 2: Joyner Lucas)
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One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
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Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
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Three times for them days on the block
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Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw
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Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo!)
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Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
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Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap)
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(Verse 2: Logic)
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Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!)
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Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses
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Everybody livin' on the surface
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But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it
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What's beef?
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Beef is when you murder motherfuckers on a beat, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
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Nah, nah, what's beef?
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Beef is brothers dyin' over shit that never mattered in the first place, lyin' in the street
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What's peace?
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Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast
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When enough time pass, and you blast
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Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict
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Fuck around and you don't wanna start shit, woo!
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Comin' with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit
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You could never top it, boy, just stop, stop it
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High and drunk, call that HD vision
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All these other motherfuckers full of indecision
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And I murder with precision all over your television
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I'm numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivision
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Never listen, we gon' leave them missin'
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That's the mission like ISIS (ISIS)
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Ain't no time to bicker over who the nicest
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It's Logic, it's obvious, just ask the audience
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I've come to body this shit (Body this shit)
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Yes, it's egregious, I'm Regis
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You Kelly, you pussy, you pussy
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Don't push me, I'm Louis Vuitton
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You at Target with your mom
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On the internet still hatin' on my last post (I hate this nigga)
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I just had a steak back at Mastro's, my god
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Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!)
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Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses
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Everybody livin' on the surface
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But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it
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Yeah, uh, far from the minimum, killin' 'em with no Ritalin
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And 5'9" was the middleman to get 'em in the same room
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Now we on the same tune, and we still the gang-dum
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The illest of lyricists on the same shit
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Rattpack, clap back on the gang shit
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Do it for the love of rap, not for the fame shit, woo!
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(Chorus 3: Logic)
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One time for the Grammy that I never got
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Two times for the Garden that I sold out
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Three times for the street crimes that I committed
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Yeah, I did it, but thank God that I made it out
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Four times 'cause I'm a fuckin' bastard
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Five times Platinum with my last shit
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Six times for the beats and the rhymes
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Fuck the heat and the crime
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Keep the peace like a waistline, woo!
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(Outro)
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| ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS x4
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