Joyner by Brandon Joyner Lyrics
[INTRO]
(Yeah, yeah, mm, yeah)
Copped a 9 to 5 at the legal trap
Left my mama crib with no plans on going back
Life happened fast, I wasn't ready for that
(Yeah, uh)
[VERSE 1]
Established my double L C at 22
An umbrella so doors won't close
Keeping my sense common with no rules
Stay out the box like van Gogh
My altitude done struck cosmic
I realized that only I can stop me
I’m a late arrival (uh)
I'm oil to canvas damage in 15th
A starch eater in 1885
I'm lost chapters from Paul's book
I’m a threat (uh)
I'm lost chapters from Paul's-
Enoch on you n*ggas (uh)
[VERSE 2]
If it ain't profit, it's gossip
I don’t want to hear it
Cut my line
Church folk be so caught up in 3 sins, they forget about Ephesians 4 and 29
I put my faith in the wrong thing and got broke down like transmissions
Quеue my steam (uh)
But it made mе to a better me
It woke me up
Now my sleep becoming obsolete, that’s a metaphor of course
I need rest to conceive a check
And circulate the dollar like Billy
I need my Bennies and my Tubmans too
What ever happened to the Tubmans dude?
I need ‘em printed
The realest
If I wrote it then it’s real, I don't front
Backtrack my words
They two sided
I turn up with facts and intellect
For you rappers who shun, let me direct, hold up
I was Player 4, barely holding on
You went over my head, now I'm Player 1
CVTUS until I'm dead and gone
I’ma hustle ‘til my last name the only one
[OUTRO]
(Copped a 9 to 5 at the legal-)
Legend
Legend
(Yeah, yeah, mm, yeah)
Copped a 9 to 5 at the legal trap
Left my mama crib with no plans on going back
Life happened fast, I wasn't ready for that
(Yeah, uh)
[VERSE 1]
Established my double L C at 22
An umbrella so doors won't close
Keeping my sense common with no rules
Stay out the box like van Gogh
My altitude done struck cosmic
I realized that only I can stop me
I’m a late arrival (uh)
I'm oil to canvas damage in 15th
A starch eater in 1885
I'm lost chapters from Paul's book
I’m a threat (uh)
I'm lost chapters from Paul's-
Enoch on you n*ggas (uh)
[VERSE 2]
If it ain't profit, it's gossip
I don’t want to hear it
Cut my line
Church folk be so caught up in 3 sins, they forget about Ephesians 4 and 29
I put my faith in the wrong thing and got broke down like transmissions
Quеue my steam (uh)
But it made mе to a better me
It woke me up
Now my sleep becoming obsolete, that’s a metaphor of course
I need rest to conceive a check
And circulate the dollar like Billy
I need my Bennies and my Tubmans too
What ever happened to the Tubmans dude?
I need ‘em printed
The realest
If I wrote it then it’s real, I don't front
Backtrack my words
They two sided
I turn up with facts and intellect
For you rappers who shun, let me direct, hold up
I was Player 4, barely holding on
You went over my head, now I'm Player 1
CVTUS until I'm dead and gone
I’ma hustle ‘til my last name the only one
[OUTRO]
(Copped a 9 to 5 at the legal-)
Legend
Legend