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Joyner Lucas

Backwords Part 2

 

Backwords Part 2


Yeah Yeah, Yeah

I can rap backward reverse into back to frontwards
I'm a rapping hustler, snatching lunches to pack-o-punches
Selling crack to cousins, heroin's needles, and acupuncture's
'Til yo' back is ruptured, open it up like a pack of mustard
I got a million ways I can kill you and have you suffer
Like tie you to the boat by your legs and then drag you under
Or blow your brains out of your face 'to a plastic cover
'Til it's cracked and crushing and it explodes like a pack of gushers
Tell your favorite rappers I'm home and I'm back for supper
The day you beat me's the day Chilli get back with Usher
You spent your whole life tryna' ball, but ain't have no jumpers
I can pass and dunk it I'm Doctor J when I'm at the Rucker
Yo, this is for them days I was down and ain't had no uppers
Then I started selling dope just to live like the average hustler
If you think my net worth's a million you ain't adding numbers
Oh, you lack n' lusted, life is a bitch 'til I grab the rubber

[Reversed:]
Look
I been grabbing rubbers, bitches of life, but I'm lack n' lusted
If you add the numbers your net worths of a average hustler
Dope selling packing, back in the day we ain't had no upper
I was down and under I'm J Doctering at the Rucker
Never had no jumper, tryna ball and get back to supper
Eatin bags of mustard, back when Chilli got back with Usher
Home [?] is favorite, bag of gushers and you exploding
'Til you crack and crushing, brains blow through a plastic cover
Niggas drag you under, grab the boat, and have you suffer
Million ways to kill you, fold you up 'til yo' back is ruptured
[?] back busting, needle's heroin acupunctured
And I'm packing punches rapping reverse and then back to frontwards

Look
Let me shake the pavement, under the ground of the land you stay in
Cut the weight until the razor breaking while I break the waking
I creep through your neighbor's place without a neighbor waking
And I raise the stakes and then aim it while 50 raising Kanan
I raise a razor blade to your face 'til you make a payment
I ain't complaining you a dead man walking, it ain't decaying
I take the paper plate full of steak and I make my way in
Into Hell's Kitchen while waiting for Satan to make an apron
I'm a backwards person in a Maybach with a backwards curtain
With a rappers girlfriend on my way back from they plastic surgeon
Trapping working dropping off bags for the addicts lurking
But they acting nervous 'til I unwrap they ain't have no urges
In a glass of Bourbon, I'mma pull up in a black suburban
Glasses person, leave his whole family casket searching, uh
When my bitch say she back to virgin, I was laughing, smirking
And told the bitch "give me back the Birkin"

[Reversed:]
Let's reverse it
The Birkin bag had a smirk and she was laughing nervous
Gave the virgin back to rehearse to start casket searching
Plastics person, in suburban black glass suburban
Cuz I had my urges when I unwrap and I had them nervous
Lurking addicts, waiting for bags that I drop to work and
When I'm trapping work and then plastic packages at your service
I'm a plastic surgeon up in the back with a rappers girlfriend
With the curtains backwards in the Maybach and I'm back reversing
The apron I made was to sit and wait as a waiter
In the kitchen with the plate dipping cuz I'm paid as a paper
I fuck hoes, dead and leave them decaying later
Walking a dead man to heaven just to complain to the maker
Cuz his payment was later, I raise a blade and a razor
Tell 50 Kanan raising the gage waking the neighbor
Break the razor, I'm in the ground in the basement layer
The payment station, stay in yo lane in the pavement shaker

Funk Flex, Joyner Lucas, Cat Wizard, DJ Juanita on the set
You know what it is, we here. POW!

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