ISIS [ADHD] lyrics

[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."

[Joyner Lucas:]

One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)

Two times for the homies in the chow hall (Woah)

Three times for them hoes on the internet

Shittin' 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 a whole world to a crisis (Woah)

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 knife stick (Boop!)

And my whole life, I been lifeless

Now I'm so fly, I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk (Woo!)

(Woah)

Fuck a couple hoes 'til I pass out (Woah)

Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house (Woah)

I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch (Woah)

Now I got the Bentley, and it's blacked out (Woah)

Family lookin' at me like a cash cow (Woah)

Everybody dissin' just to have clout (Woah)

Thought you had a chance, now you asked out

Nigga, I'm the motherfuckin' man, where you at now? (Woah)

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

What the hell I got to duck to meet the devil?

I'm his cousin (Brap, brap, brap)

I ain't settlin' for nothin'

Got a metal in the truck

I keep a semi when I'm bussin'

Niggas duckin' (Bop!)

Even Stevie Wonder couldn't 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 no weapon (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 (Woah)

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."

[Joyner Lucas:]

One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)

Two times for them bitches in the south shore (Woah)

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)

[Logic:]

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!)

Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses

Everybody livin' on the surface

But 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 all

Nah, nah, what's beef?

Beef is brothers hangin' 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 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, woo!

Comin' with the hot shit, all they do is talk shit

You could never top it, boy, just stop it

High and drunk, call 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 them missin'

That's the mission like ISIS (ISIS)

Ain't no time to think it over, who the nicest

This Logic, it's obvious

Just ask the audience

I've come to body this shit (Body this shit)

Yes, it's egregious, I'm Regis

You Kelly, you pussy, you pussy

Push me, I'm Louis Vuitton

You at target with your mom

On the internet still hatin' on my last post (I hate this nigga!)

I just had to stay back at Mastro's

My God!

Me and Joyner need a couple hearses (Woo!)

"Double homicide", kill the beat and the verses

Everybody livin' on the surface

But we came from the underground, yeah, we deserve it

Yeah, uh, far from the minimum

Killin' 'em with no riddlin'

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, woo!

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 fuckin' 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!

[Outro:]

ISIS

ISIS

ISIS

• Artist:Joyner Lucas