Album Name

ADHD

Artist

Joyner Lucas

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.03.27

Release Agency

Orchard

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
One time for them prayin'
on my downfall Yeah
Two times for the homies
in the chow hall Whoa
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 Woo
Five times for the bitches
who ain't called back Yeah
Six times for the kids like me
who got ADHD just to
Brap brap brap
Kidnap a nigga 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 muhfuckin' flight risk
Woo Whoa
Fuck a couple hoes
'til I pass out Whoa
Niggas 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 assed out
Nigga I'm the muhfuckin' man
where you at now Whoa
Fuck it I'ma hit 'em
'til they jumpin'
I ain't trippin' this is nothin'
Brap brap brap
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'
Brap brap brap
Got a metal in the truck
I keep a semi when I'm bussin'
Niggas 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
Bop bop brrrap brap
But I got the munchies nigga
How you gon' move
on the front line Woo
If I don't fuck with you
I just cut ties Whoa
My high school teacher said
I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch 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
One time for them prayin'
on my downfall Yeah
Two times for them bitches
in the South Shore Whoa
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 Woo
Five times for the bitches
who ain't called back Yeah
Six times for the kids like me
who got ADHD just to
Brap brap brap
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
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 then
you blast
Kinda like John Wick bars
like a convict
Fuck around and
you don't wanna start shit woo
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 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
Body this shit
Yes it's egregious I'm Regis
You Kelly you pussy you pussy
Don't push me I'm Louis Vuitton
You at Target with your mom
On the internet still hatin' on
my last post
I hate this nigga
I just sent 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 sealed the game's doom
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 woo
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 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
woo
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