Joyner Lucas - Isis (feat. Logic)

[Verse 1]Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder or better known as ADHDIs a mental disorder that affects an individual's ability to focusCausing them to move around more frequentlyThey may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors[Verse 2]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 internetShittin' on **** when they really should get out moreFour times for the 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 3]Kidnap a **** like ISIS (Whoa)Turn the whole world to a crisis (Whoa)Walk around the city with a ice pickI been paranoid, usually I ain't like this (Boop)Ain't no telling' how crazy I might get, uh (Woo)Beat the police with a nightstick (Boop)In my whole life, I been lifelessNow I'm so fly, I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk (Woo, whoa)Fuck a couple hoes till I pass out (Whoa)**** 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)Everybody dissin' just to have clout (Whoa)Thought you had a chance, now you assed out****, I'm the motherfuckin' man, where you at now? (Whoa)[Verse 4]Fuck it, I'ma hit 'em 'til they jumpin'I ain't trippin,' this is nothin'I been livin' in the dungeonI done held a couple grudgesWent to hell and got abductedMeet the devil, I'm his cousinI ain't settlin' for nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)Got a metal in the truckI keep a semi when I'm bussin', **** duckin'Even Stevie Wonder couldn't see it comin', I ain't judgin'I just want the money, I don't need a budgetI been hungry, I ain't got no ovenBut I got the munchies, ****[Verse 5]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 shitTell 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 guyHope you keep the same energy when it's crunch time (Woo)[Verse 6]According to the American Psychiatric AssociationIt affects roughly eight percent of childrenAnd two percent of adults, commonly believed to only affect boysBecause they are perceived as rowdy and rambunctious[Verse 7]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 blockGettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin' outlawFour 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 8]Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo)Double homicide, kill the beat and the versesEverybody livin' on the surfaceBut we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it (What's beef?)Beef is when you murder motherfuckers on a beat, kill 'em all, kill 'em allNah, nah, what's beef?Beef is brothers dyin' over shit that never mattered in the first place, lyin' in the street(What's peace?)Peace is when you leave it in the past, let it heal like a castWhen enough time pass then you blastKinda like John Wick, bars like a convictFuck around and you don't wanna start shit (Woo)Comin' with the hot shit, all they do is talk shitYou could never top it, boy, just stop itHigh and drunk, call that HD visionAll these other motherfuckers full of indecision[Verse 9]And I murder with precision all over your televisionI'm numero uno, number one and you is just a subdivisionNever listen, we gon' leave 'em missin'That's the mission like ISIS (ISIS)Ain't no time to bicker over who the nicestIt's Logic, it's obviousJust ask the audienceI've come to body this shit (Body this shit)Yes, it's egregious, I'm RegisYou Kelly, you pussy, you (Pussy)Push me, I'm Louis VuittonYou at Target with your momOn the internet still hatin' on my last post (I hate this ****)I just sent a steak back at Mastro's, my God[Verse 10]Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo)Double homicide, kill the beat and the versesEverybody livin' on the surfaceBut we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it (Yeah, uh)Far from the minimumKillin' 'em with no RitalinAnd 5'9" was the middleman to get 'em in the same roomNow we on the same tune and we still the gangdomThe illest of lyricists on the same shitRattPack, clap back on that gang shitDo it for the love of rap, not for the fame shit (Woo)[Verse 11]One time for the Grammy that I never gotTwo times for the Garden that I sold outThree times for the street crimes that I committed, yeah, I did itBut thank God that I made it outFour times 'cause I'm a fucking bastardFive times Platinum with my last shitSix times for the beats and the rhymesFuck the heat and the crimeKeep the peace like a waistline (Woo)[Verse 12](Isis, Isis, Isis, Isis, Isis)(Isis, Isis, Isis, Isis, Isis)(Isis, Isis, Isis, Isis, Isis)(Isis, Isis, Isis)