“Round 2 K.0” Lyrics by Joyner Lucas is a latest English song in the voice of Joyner Lucas. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “Round 2 K.0” song lyrics are also written by Joyner Lucas. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. The song Round 2 K.O. by Joyner Lucas is a hard-hitting diss track where Joyner goes all out on an opponent, questioning his credibility, talent, and image. He calls him out for stealing styles, having weak sales, and being fake about his background. Joyner brags about his own success, takes personal jabs, and makes it clear that this battle isn’t friendly—he wants to completely shut his rival down.
Round 2 K.0 Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Uh, uh
You done fu*ked up now, n!gga
Joyner
[Verse]
Let me teach you how to terminate n!ggas on sight
Little b!tch, you would never be at G level (Bah)
I don’t care where you from or where you grew up
You will still get slapped with a tea kettle (Bah)
You ain’t smoking on s*it, you ain’t never been lit
I turn big smoke to a weed pebble
Stop talking ’bout hits and that platinum s*it
Lil’ ho, you barely went sheet metal, yeah
Let’s talk about how you got ran for your chain
It was curled on the floor like a leaf pedal
Let’s talk about how you never grew up that hard
And your mama always pushed you to be better (Huh?)
Let’s talk about how your career fell off
And the s*it went straight through the meat shredder (Damn)
I’m mad that I ever heard your music at all
If I didn’t, I probably even sleep better
Hey, fu*k this n!gga, I’ma spray with it (Bah)
Put a Glock 19 to his face with it
Always knew you was a b!tch, you was raised with it (Huh)
Now I know why your daddy okay with it (Bah)
I should take your flag and burn that s*it
Give it back, then put you in a grave with it
How you gon’ steal A$AP Rocky swag
And fu*k it all up and go gay with it? (Innit)
You started it
I ain’t ducking no smoke, want all of it
Want to steal my culture and talk your s*it ‘case you mad that you can’t be a part of it
You don’t get no play, we ain’t bumping it (Nah)
Facts ain’t never dropping, no b0mbing it
You got the worst songs that I ever heard in my life
I don’t even want to hear n!ggas humming it (Facts)
Oh, you bringing up Tory, I’m loving it (I’m loving it)
They forgot my litty, went dumb with it (Went dumb with it)
Me and Tory ain’t never had smoke
That was really my n!gga, we was just having fun with it (Okay)
From the Black Eminem, that’s a compliment (Okay)
I’ma wear that badge, I’ma honor it (Okay)
A n!gga sold like two hundred twenty million records
And I bet you done bought a whole lot of them (Facts)
N!ggas mad at me ’cause I bothered them
‘Cause mama never told him she was proud of ’em (On God)
Even n!ggas like Giggs really hate your s*it
He a real OG, there’s a lot of ’em
You d!ck ride n!ggas and you fine with it
You got a lil’ cosign and you proud of it
And you’ll do anything just to get a lil’ OVO chain, even swallow it (Innit)
I hold big smokers ready to chief with ’em
Better call the po and bring the police with ’em
Bring enough heat to cook up a beef with him
Wet a n!gga up and bringing a beach with him
Bullet get stuck, he feeling it deep in him
Pu*sy ass n!gga, I’m making a yeast with him
A wagyu steak, I cut up a piece with him
Floss on a n!gga and picking up my teeth with him
Cough on a n!gga and make a disease hit him
Bark on a n!gga, ain’t taking no leash with him
Lock a n!gga out, I’m leaving his teeth with him
Lock a n!gga down and bury the keys with him
Snake ass n!ggas that really don’t need venom
I’m skinning ’em alive and making a feast with ’em
N!gga need help, we bringing the streets with them (What?)
Give a n!gga hell, I’m bringing a priest with ’em
I’ma send them to hell and I bet the devil’ll tell him
That I’m a demon who broke a piece of that Heaven and fell
And b!tch, I’m a predicate felon
I put a shell in your melanin
And everything I ever said up on a record, I meant it
How ’bout we talk about how many fu*king records you selling
‘Cause even back up in your country, they don’t check up and listen
You only sold a couple thousand, ain’t no batting a seven
They gonna sell it at the counter at the 7-Eleven
And when I’m finished with you, I bet they would never forget it
There ain’t a single motherfu*ker who can stab at this weapon
I hate your accent and everything you said in the record
I need subtitles to get it, I’m checking the spelling
I promise you that Drizzy only one that would ever mention you being a legend
Nobody would agree when he said it
I promise you it’s gonna haunt you when you sleep in your bed
And I promise you that when it’s over, I’ma leave an impression of y’all
I hope you know the pressure’s on when I drop this s*it ’cause you really on the clock, boy (What?)
I’ma write a perspective song from a UK n!gga who think he a top boy
Since you wanna talk about influence, let’s talk about the female clothes you rock, boy (On God)
I seen you in an interview dressed like a b!tch, I guess you really a top boy (Sheesh)
I catch him outside in the Birkens store, the Victoria Secret shop, boy (Okay)
Take all your s*it, then give it to my b!tch, she’ll love that drip you got, boy (Goddamn)
Put the UK/US s*it to the side, this is me against you, lil’ pop boy
Clean up on aisle six, I done wiped this b!tch, somebody come bring me a mop, boy
I done turned Joseph to a crime scene
Why the fu*k a n!gga thinking he could try me?
How you do your n!gga Wiley dirty, then turn your back on the UK grime scene? (On God)
You a snake ass ho, you slimy
You irrelevant, b!tch, you behind me (Behind me)
I don’t even understand how you still got fans
I ain’t heard your name since the ’90s
I’m a hybrid n!gga with a high beam
Turn the UK n!gga to a lime bean
This the round two K.O, you ain’t getting up
Better call the ER to revive him
After this, I bet you wanna fight me
That’s the reason why n!ggas don’t like me
Thought you was that n!gga when you talk your s*it
Now you sitting back wondering “why me?”
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Round 2 K.0 Lyrics Meaning
[Intro]
Joyner starts by saying the other guy really messed up by challenging him, and now it’s payback time.
[Verse]
Joyner kicks things off by saying he’s about to show this guy how to destroy someone in a battle. He makes it clear that no matter where the other rapper is from, it doesn’t make him tough, and Joyner would still embarrass him. He clowns him for never really being “lit” or successful and says even big smoke from him would turn tiny, showing how weak his impact is. Then he mocks him for bragging about hits and platinum records because, in reality, he hasn’t even reached a basic level of success.
Next, Joyner brings up how the guy once got robbed for his chain, making him look soft. He even says that the chain looked all twisted on the ground, like a crushed leaf, which is humiliating. Then Joyner questions his tough image, saying his mom raised him well and pushed him to be better, meaning he didn’t really grow up struggling like he claims. He also points out that his music career fell apart badly, comparing it to meat getting shredded. Joyner even admits he wishes he never heard the guy’s music because it’s so bad it ruins his peace.
From here, Joyner gets more aggressive, saying he’ll come with a gun and deal with him directly. He claims he always knew the guy was soft, and now it makes sense why his dad is okay with it. Joyner even threatens to burn his flag and bury him with it. He calls him out for stealing A\ Rocky’s style but ruining it and even suggests he looked feminine while doing it.
Joyner says the other guy started this, and now he wants all the smoke, meaning he’s ready for any level of conflict. He accuses him of trying to steal his culture and act like he belongs, even though he clearly doesn’t. Joyner says nobody plays his music because it’s trash, and even humming it would be painful. When the other guy brought up Tory Lanez, Joyner laughs because that was just fun and games between him and Tory, not real beef.
Then Joyner calls himself the Black Eminem and takes it as a compliment, saying he wears that title proudly. He reminds the guy that Eminem sold hundreds of millions of records, and a lot of the other guy’s success is probably because of fans like him buying into the culture. He says people hate on him because he makes them insecure, especially since some of them never got praise from their moms. He even mentions that respected UK rappers like Giggs don’t like this guy’s music, which means real ones don’t rate him.
Joyner keeps attacking by saying the guy is a clout chaser who rides other rappers for fame. He even jokes that the guy would do anything just to get a small OVO chain, even something humiliating. Joyner warns that he has real street people who will ride for him, and if the guy wants trouble, he better bring cops because Joyner’s side is heavy with firepower. He throws in some violent, creative bars about hurting him in extreme ways, showing just how dangerous he claims to be.
Then Joyner switches gears to make it clear this isn’t just rap talk—he’s deadly serious. He calls himself a felon and says everything he raps about, he means it. He goes back to clowning the guy for weak sales, saying even in his own country, nobody really checks for him. His album sales are so low that they’d be sold at convenience stores like 7-Eleven. Joyner promises that after this diss, nobody will ever forget what he did to him.
He also mocks the guy’s UK accent and says he needs subtitles to understand him because it sounds so bad to him. He calls out Drake for hyping this guy up as a legend because nobody else believes that. Joyner says this diss will haunt him when he’s alone, and when the track drops, the pressure will crush him.
He even jokes about writing a song from the perspective of a UK rapper who thinks he’s a top dog, just to clown him more. Joyner then brings up how the guy dresses, saying he’s seen him wearing women’s clothes in interviews and stores like Victoria’s Secret, making him look soft. He threatens to take his clothes and give them to his own girl because she’d like that fashion better.
Joyner makes it clear this isn’t about UK vs. US—it’s just him destroying this one guy. He even jokes about cleaning him up like a mess in a store aisle after wiping him out. Then he calls him by his real name, Joseph, and says this battle will look like a crime scene. He questions why the guy even thought about trying him and calls out how he betrayed his friend Wiley and abandoned the UK grime scene, labeling him a snake.
Finally, Joyner says this guy is irrelevant, stuck in the past, and he can’t understand how he still has fans. He hasn’t heard his name since the ’90s, so he’s completely out of date. Joyner ends by saying this is a knockout and there’s no coming back from it. He warns that after this, the guy will probably want to fight him, and that’s why people don’t like Joyner—because he’s too direct and brutal. The last lines mock the guy for thinking he was the man, but now he’s left questioning why he even started this in the first place.
FAQs
Q. Who has sung Round 2 K.0 song?
A. Round 2 K.0 song is sung by Joyner Lucas.
Q. Who wrote Round 2 K.0 lyrics?
A. Round 2 K.0 lyrics are penned by Joyner Lucas.
Q. Who has given the music of Round 2 K.0 song?
A. Round 2 K.0 music is composed and produced by Joyner Lucas.
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