B. Honest - Joyner

I want a bit more than I got
I'm shining I'm always on top
I'm doing my thing
I been in the game
And lil bitch I ain't gonna stop
I want a bit more than I got
I want a bit more than I got
I want a bit more than I got

I want a bit more than I got
I'm shining I'm always on top
I'm doing my thing
I been in the game
And lil bitch I ain't gonna stop
(Never)

They say that I'm rapping like Joyner
And ask me to give em some pointers
I say get out the game
Give up your chain
And take your ass back to the corner
(Woo)

Lately I been going savage
I sleep on a bed with no mattress
The winter it's cold
I don't have no heat
I warn myself up with some matches

I'm lighting my way with a candle
Your head on a mount by the mantle
They running they mouth
We stopping em our
Then making our way to the bando

I been on my grind
Just don't have the time
Women making me feel crazy
Bout to lose my mind

I'm Bout to turn it psycho
And grab the knife like Michael
I'm turning all the lights out on you
You ain't pay the light bill

You can catch me out I been creeping
Fighting off my demons
I been up for three days straight
Bitch I don't know what sleep is

I step in the spot and we getting it lit
I'm callin the plug And I'm takin the bricks
The whip and the cash the ice on his wrist
Want a bit more than I got and that's it

I been fly so long that I don't need a plane
Getting so much head that I don't need a brain
Getting so much cash that I don't need a bank
I been going hard what the fuck you think

What you think I didn't plan it?
What you think I had no goals?
What you think I had no dreams?
What you think I had no hopes?

What you think I had no drive?
What you think had no ambition?
I'm killing these rappers
And slicing they neck
Then dropping em off with the fishes

No we not the same we are different
I study the flow and deliverance
I don't need no help, I do it myself
I'm going around all the middlemen

Making my beats so I don't have to pay
Record all my music I don't have to wait
I'm taking you out if you get in my way
And sending you up to the heavenly gates

I'm tired of losers I'm tired of fakes
Im wanting it all and I wana be great
I don't have no room
So bitch stay in your lane
And I ain't ever gonna talk yo no se

Petal to metal
I got my hand on the shovel
I'm digging graves and telling hoes to lie down

I went from ghetto to better
Im steady fighting the devil
He want my soul
And Im tellin him it's mine now

Written by:
Christopher Burnette

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