Isis (Remix)

[Intro]
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, or 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 behaviors

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for the homies in the chow hall (Whoa)
Three times for them hoes on the internet
Shittin' on niggas when they really should get out more
Four times for the days that werе all bad (Woo!)
Five times for the bitchеs who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap)

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Kidnap a nigga like ISIS (Whoa)
Turn a whole world to a crisis (Whoa)
Walk around the city with a ice pick
I been paranoid, usually, I ain't like this (Boop, boop)
Ain't no tellin' how crazy I might get, uh (Woo!)
Beat the police with a nightstick (Boop)
In my whole life, I been lifeless
Now I'm so fly, I'm a muhfuckin' flight risk (Woo! Whoa)
Fuck a couple hoes 'til I pass out (Whoa)
Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house (Whoa)
I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch (Whoa)
Now I got the Bentley, and it's blacked out (Whoa)
Family lookin' at me like a cash cow (Whoa)
Errybody dissin' just to have clout (Whoa)
Thought you had a chance, now you assed out
Nigga, I'm the muhfuckin' man, where you at now? (Whoa)
Fuck it, I'ma hit 'em 'til they jumpin'
I ain't trippin', this is nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)
I been livin' in the dungeon
I done held a couple grudges
Went to hell and got abducted
Meet the devil, I'm his cousin
I ain't settlin' for nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)
Got a metal in the truck, I keep a semi when I'm bussin'
Niggas duckin' (Bop)
Even Stevie Wonder could've see it comin' (Brrrap, brap, bop)
I ain't judgin', I just want the money, I don't need a budget
I been hungry, I ain't got no oven (Bop, bop, brrrap, brap)
But I got the munchies, nigga
How you gon' move on the front line? (Woo!)
If I don't fuck with you, I just cut ties (Whoa)
My high school teacher said I'd never be shit
Tell that bitch that I turned out just fine (Joyner)
And no, I don't know you for the twelfth time (Woo!)
We do not share the same bloodline (No)
You love to run your mouth like a tough guy
Hope you keep the same energy when it's crunch time (Woo!)

[Interlude]
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

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlaw
Four times for them days that were all bad (Woo!)
Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to— (Brap, brap, brap)

[Verse 2: John Anthony]
I had dreams I can go and make it big time (Big time)
Money ain’t shit to somebody who can spit rhymes
Everybody tryna be the big guy
But they ain’t shit mother fucker, just another little bitch
I hit the gas and I accelerated, I elevated like an elevator
You probably know that I’m hella greater of an entertainer
I sold my soul for the pen and paper
Now me and devil made a deal to murder every hater (Whoa!)
I got too much on my plate, need a forklift (Yeah)
Mother fuckers see me then they forfeit
I won’t stop tryna get up to the top
‘Til I finally have walked in and then I hear the fucking door click
It’s unfortunate when I hear your music, I would lose it so I choose to ignore it (Yeah)
Kinda like my album plaques
I guess sometimes I just get hung up over your shit (Whoa!)
My rhymes flowin’ and I’m blowing up like a bomb
So why show ‘em where I’m going, if I know I’m bout’a reload
Lyrically hit ‘em when I scope ‘em, like JFK, you hear what I say? It’s mind blowing (Oh!)
My eyes open, I’m bout’a just call a side
Never apologize for turning my rhymes into dollar signs
Bottom line is I’m better than you
‘Cause me right up on this track, that’s a veteran move
I’m pissed off like Bruce Banner, I seem legible
My pen turns green so you know it’s ink-credible (Yeah)
Crush syllables together unconventional
And drop lines, you ain’t never on my pedestal (Nah)
Rap general, I’m back now to go abolish you
Say I can’t rap but you the bitch using
Autotune
ADHD, I don’t follow you?
Does that mean attack, destroy, hurt and demolish you?
Bitch, I’m bout’a pop a fuse, ain’t nothing less to lose
I’m in a desperate mood, y’all better step and move
Outta my Air Max shoes, I’m bout’a flex my views
My allergies sucks and I still wouldn’t bless at’chu
My last chick was coo-coo but I’ll hand it too you
I called her Isis (Why?)
‘Cause my ex is cute (Yeah)

[Chorus: John Anthony]
One time for the underground rap scene (Yeah)
Two times for the critics who attack me (Yeah)
Three times for the ones who talk big
But only start shit ‘cause hide behind a glass screen (Facts)
Four times for the career I ain’t never made (Nah)
Five times for the shit that I always take (Yeah)
Six times for this killer remix
That’s six chips on these mother fuckers like MJ, whoa!