J.O.Y. (Intro)

[Intro Voicemails]
Yo Scooter Rogers!
I love you so much big bro
You have taught me so much in such a short amount of time
You ain't have no idea, I swear to god
I'm ridin' for you 'til the wheels fall off
And then we gettin' in a whole 'nother car and we gon ride some more
And then we gon get into a Yacht and ride some more
I love you so much bro, keep doing what you do

My ace, what up P
Yea, it's crazy man
28 years, 28 years bro. We done been in each others lives for 28 years
And done seen a lot of shit, done a lot of shit, still standing
It's funny I think, uh, the title of your project
Jokes On You, J.O.Y
Joy come after the pain, joy also come right after the rain
It's your time, boy
You know you always been talented at anything you do
It's just about knocin' this shit out the park
Got the grind, got the drive, damn sure got the hustle
Now it's just about implementin' that shit
Let's get it, bitch ass niggas
Jokes On You

[Song Intro: Scooter Rogers, Wavy Josef & Veana Baby]
Bruh shit ain't work for him the first time, why the fuck it's gon work now? Everybody tryna be a rapper now
Facts and they all soundin the same (Exactly, bro)
I bet he sounds just like everybody else (He probably fuckin trash)
He probably is!
Put him in the background, put him in the background, we ain't gotta hear it (Yea on god nigga fuck that shit)
Ain't no joy in this bullshit, right like you said (Ain't no fuckin Joy in this shit!)
Think he bout to be on, nigga
Everybody wanna come out of Portland bro, you ain't 'bout to get no love (Stuuupid)
Fuck outta here

Come on man!
Worried 'bout what all these bitch ass niggas gotta say
They done left me for dead, turned they back on me
Now it's time to separate myself from the rest of the pack
Let's go

[Verse: Scooter Rogers & Veana Baby]
Look
The creme of the crop rise to the top, and these weak niggas settlin'
Said he got a problem, let's settle it
Walk in with racks like I just won a settlement, yea
I'm the freshman of the year, somebody go get my letterman
These niggas hate 'cause they fake
Bitch I'm great and be staying up late like my name David Letterman
See I'm back in this piece with my piece
But they sleep like somebody get them boys a sedative
Shouts out to TwoThreeFive, to K-Wicks and Wavy
Man them boys my muhfuckin' bretherens
And this one for Mike and Kareezy who told y'all that y'all can not see me
This one for mom and for Moose
If you fuck with my troops, you'll get pressed like a muhfuckin' CD
This one for Deuce and for Monkey, for Damon and David, GK and for Jake and for Drano
Fuck with my squad, swear to God
I'll put rounds on your muhfuckin' head like a muhfukin' halo
This one for Chuckie and Keegan
If you fuck with em then you can get put up in the ozone too
And for the haters that said that we wouldn't make it
Fuck it I just gotta say it, bitch the Jokes On You

[Outro: Veana Baby]
Said the jokes on you (x8)

[Outro Voicemail: Clara]
Man, Scoot, the amount of faith I have in you is crazy
I can't even watch you perform without my soul feelin' a certain type of way
It's not about 'if' you're gonna win, it's just about 'when'
And whenever you do, they're not gonna be ready for it
Kill that shit