Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder 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 behaviours.
One time for those praying on my downfall (yeah)
Two times for the homies in the chow hall (woah)
Three times for them hoes on the internet
Shitting on niggas when they really should get out more
Four times for the days I would hold back (woo!)
Five times for the bitches who ain't call back (yeah!)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to ........Brap brap brap
Kidnap a nigga like ISIS (woah!)
Turn the whole world to a crisis (woah!)
Walk around the city with an ice pick
I've been paranoid usually I ain't like this
Ain't no telling how crazy I might get, uh!
Beat the police with an night stick
And my whole life, I've been lifeless
Now I'm so fly, I'm a motherfucking flight risk
Fuck a couple how's till I pass out
Niggas throwing stones at my glass house
I remember sleeping on my dad's couch
Now I got the Bentley and it's blacked out
Family looking at me like a cash cow
Errybody dissing just to have clout
Thought you had a chance now you asked out
Nigga I'm the motherfucking man, where you at now
Fuck it, I'ma hit 'em till they jumping
I ain't tripping, this is nothing
I been living in the dungeon
I don held a couple grudges
What the hell I gotta duck to meet the devil
I'm his cousin
I ain't settling for nothing
Got a metal in the truck
Keep a semi when I'm bussing, niggas ducking
Even Stevie Wonder couldn't see it coming
I ain't judging, I just want the money
I ain't got no budget
I been hungry, I ain't got no weapon
But I got the munchies, nigga
How you gon move in the front line
If I don't fuck with you, I just cut ties
My high school teacher said I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine
And no, I don't know you for the twelfth time
We do not share the same bloodline
You love to run your mouth like a tough guy
Hope you keep the same energy when it's crunch time
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 praying on my downfall
Two times for the bitches in the south shore
Three times for the days on the block, getting chased by the cops like a motherfucking outlaw
Four times for the days that were all bad
Five times for the bitches who ain't call back
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to...... Brap brap brap
Me and Joyner need a couple hearses
Double homicide kill a beat and a verse
Everybody living on the surface
But we came from the underground
Yeah we deserve it
What's beef?
Beef is when you murder motherfuckers on the beat
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Nah, Nah
What's beef?
Beef is brothers hanging over shit that never mattered in the first place, lying on the streets
What's peace?
Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a cast
When enough time pass and you blast
Kinda like John Wick, bars like a convict
Fuck around and you don't wanna start shit
Coming with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit
You can never top it, boy just stop
High and drunk, off 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 'em missing
That's the mission like ISIS
Ain't no time to bicker over who's the nicest
It's Logic, it's obvious
Just ask the audience
I've come to 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 hating on my last post
I just had a steak back at Mastro's
My God!
Me and Joyner need a couple hearses
Double homicide, kill a beat and a verse
Everybody living on the surface
But we came from the underground
Yeah we deserve it
Yeah, uh, far from the minimum
Killing 'em with no riddling
And 5'9 was the middleman to get 'em in the same room
Now we on the same tune
And we still the gang-dum
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
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 fucking 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!
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
ISIS, ISIS, ISIS, ISIS
