JPEGMAFIA - I Lay Down My Life For You Album Lyrics

If I was an NBA player, I'd be Dillon Brooks, but worse

I'm Deebo, we are not equal
They all miss like they Shaq at the free throw (Skrrt)
Scrape my plate, never shat where I eat though
Pray to God that I never slave to the evil (Swear to God)
Dios mio, sippin' Modelo
Spit like I'm starvin', I'm finna let my ribs show
Your win-loss lookin' Jake Paul, we face off and make you face God

Huh, who that runnin' they trap? Bro, you ain't built like that (Huh, huh)
Y'all ain't drop for WAP, I ain't fulfilled like that (Huh, huh)
Fifty beat switches a minute, they gon' put me in a Guinness (Huh, huh)
I need the maximum digits, blame it on capitali—

You get hit with a facepalm (A facepalm)
It's a new year, but I'm still fake calm (Still fake calm)
.45 always there like State Farm
When they can't read you like a book (Uh-uh)
They gon' try to attack what you stand on
I'ma take off even if I land wrong
And take everything I can get my hands on (Run it up)

Huh, who that runnin' they yap? Bro, you ain't built like that
Huh, huh, herb-ass niggas just rap, I ain't fulfilled like that
Huh, huh, fifty beat switches a minute, they gon' put me in a Guinness
Huh, huh, I need the maximum digits, blame it on capitalism

I hate when niggas be stressin' 'bout what you be doin' more than they worry 'bout they own shit
I hate when these bitches be beggin' your boy for some cash and then turn around and say, "Eat the rich"
They get mad when niggas do it for themselves 'cause they parents is still chippin' in
Oh, you mad? Your bitch play follow the leader after you unfollowed your bitch, huh
The underground filled with my Gohans
These niggas be scammin' on GoFund
Nigga said he f*cked my bitch, I said, "Which one?"
My top five, me and four Dylans

Peggy, Peggy
Big-big-big-big-big-bi-bi-bi-bi-big booty hoes, up with it

You niggas is bitches, I don't wanna kick it
Peggy, I aim for the fences, you niggas don't swing, you stackin' up misses
(Big booty hoes, up with it)
You tweetin' your business, we can't do no business
Dick-ridin' is expensive, if you need a image, then baby, don't listen
Keep bumpin', who-the-f*ck-is-that?
Fake plug talkin' Tubi rappers
Got a machine behind 'em, and still they can't fill up capacity with they raps
Baby mama be a rap snack, grew up white, now they act black

She got issues with her father
I had issues with my barber
She off all of these drugs
Coke in her butt, R.I.P Aaron Carter

Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Let me see you touch the ground, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big booty hoes

I do what I do with a vengeance, Pegasus been had style
Show out with class, give me detention
Y'all do a lot for the mention
I spaz in other dimensions
'Bout to take it to another level, my attraction came with a pension
Now some niggas gotta respect or they gettin' retired
Or step in the room, every nigga inspired
Or niggas just hate 'cause they shortly admire
Now tell me what's flame to the fire
(Big booty hoes, up with it)

She got issues with her father
I had issues with my barber
She off all of these drugs
Coke in her butt, R.I.P Aaron Carter

Let me see you touch the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground
Do we have a problem? Oh

Thank God I didn't cheat with that bitch yet
Get it in, get it out, get it off my chest
I'm G.I. Joe fallin' down them steps
I'm a Head Honcho, I need a pistol
Make a mistake, I pay it in crypto
You got the swag as a nigga from Chaturbate
You wanna aggravate
Stick talk, let the chopper elaborate

Don't-, away-away-away, boy
Don't walk away-
There-there-there for you
Don't-, don't walk away, boy
Don't walk-, don't walk away
I'll be right there for you

Ayy, bitch, I'm back outside, they gettin' surprised when they hearin' these beats like epiphanies
Back and forth with this African booty scratcher, I left all of that talkin' for bitches, B
I was at the château with the blower, you said you would show, but you never did shit to me
If you showed for that face, that face wouldn't be shit but some shots and stained MOWALOLA tees
This bitch text other men, sending pics of me
He talk shit with his friend, send that shit to me
That bitch only online, she ain't real to me
They is what niggas think I'm supposed to be
It's so funny, you claimin' you tough, but you can't back it up, but you back it and posting me
I done had that boy face down, ass up, like your baby mama be, uh (I'll be right there for you)
F*ck these niggas, I'm spazzin', hittin' that ho 'til I gave her a heart attack
I just told that bitch "Seeyuh," she think Carti back
I put creativity back on the map
I be spittin' that dope like it's eighties crack
F*ck you, you ain't gettin' no cash back
He see Daddy Daycare, he get flashbacks
You keep yappin', I'll open my Cash App
Bald head in the sack
Bitch, I go Amber Rose with these MAGA raps
Yeah, I stand on that shit, ain't no backin' back
I don't care what you feel, I ain't factor that, and that's real
Barry Sanders, every run is a reel
Colonel Sanders, keep the recipe sealed
These niggas connected like Bronny, for real
That nepotism won't help you in the field (I'll be right-)
I let it hit, brewin' that coffee, I'm takin' a sip
Everybody thinkin' Peggy sweet
Thinkin' it's Splenda 'til I let it rip
Y'all niggas thinkin' you one step ahead
This me lettin' you know that I'm hip
Y'all keep on thinkin' I'm playin' the hand I was dealt
Yeah, until the same hand get a grip on that bitch
Y'all want none of them problems
Y'all want none them issues (Issues)
None of your people gon' miss you (Miss you)
You're better off with a tissue (Tissue)
Loaded the rocket with missiles
She catchin' a tip like a stripper
I had issues with my barber (I'll be right there for you)
You got issues with the clippers

Don't-, away-away-away, boy
Don't walk away-
There-there-there for you
Don't-, don't walk away, boy
Don't walk-, don't walk away
I'll be right there for you

Poc, poc, poc, poc, poc, poc, poc (senta no pocotó)
Poc, poc, poc, poc, poc, poc, poc (senta no pocotó)
I just wanna make it home, got on my Air Vision Pros
I killed my own default mode (vou te dar um tal de trepa)
Ela quica no- ela quica no-
Ela quica no upa-upa, ela senta no pocotó, upa-upa, pocotó
Trepa no- trepa no- trepa no- trepa no- trepa no-
Trepa no- trepa no- trepa no- trepa no- trepa no- trepa no-
Fica de quatro, nós bota sem dó
Ela quica no- ela quica no-
Ela quica no upa-upa, ela senta no pocotó, upa-upa, pocotó
Ela quica no- ela quica no-
Ela quica no upa-upa, ela senta no pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot-

This ho told me I'm a dog, but all my bitches say
"I can't even fake this shit, I can't be no basic bitch"
On my knees in front of God, but I'm not even fazed
I can keep no secrets, baby, don't even speak it

Walk in that bitch, ayy, stick a fork in that bitch, ayy
I'm lit, I'm not gonna lie, the switch cheaper than wine
My hips be keeping the fire, your misses be missin' my lies
I switched from suit to goth to a dime
The wrist do flips to keep her enticed

This ho told me I'm a dawg, but all my bitches say
"I can't even think this shit, I can't be no basic bitch"
On my knees in front of God, but I'm not even fazed
I can keep no secrets, baby, don't even speak it

Bruh, I cannot take niggas fakin' like this
They never met me, but be on my dick
How you don't care, but you got an-
How you don't care, but you got an opinion?
Smoking your fav', like I'm takin' a swig
Hating for free but you can't pay your rent
If you're gonna dick-ride, make it make sense
If you just gone wave bye, don't diss then
I can count all my industry friends on my hands
And my niggas, they be in demand
Private school rappers don't know what it is
If I show you Drac', I ain't playin' with kids
You niggas loop it and leave it, I'm never repeatin'
That bullshit ain't worth leaking (fica de quatro, nós bota sem dó)
Hit the deck
These niggas hit the deck (I hit the deck)
Ain't on shit
These niggas ain't on shit (they ain't on shit)
F*ck that bitch
I'ma say f*ck that bitch (ayy, f*ck that bitch)
Too cold at this
I'm too cold at this

Real niggas do real things
Hoes wanna f*ck on a nigga for some change
Anybody try me, I'ma make a stain
Anybody try me, I'ma make a stain

Vapo, vapo, vapo, vapo, vapo, vapo, vapo, vapo
Vapo, vapo, vapo, vapo, vapo, vapo, vapo
Ela quica no- ela quica no-
Ela quica no upa-upa, ela senta no pocot- pocot- pocot- (ha, mais uma do RaMeMes)
Ela quica no- ela quica no-
Ela quica no upa-upa, ela senta no pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot-
Pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot-
Pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot-
Pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot- pocot-

(Brasil)

9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she bett' not get greedy
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit the—, I hit the—, I hit the—

Let's resume, walk light when the elephant in the room
Porsche truck, hold whatever niggas need to boombaye
But the squabble will be ovеr soon
I say what I do and I mean what I wanna do (Uh-huh)
These arе my gangster chronicles
I'm the God MC, I'm the tried and true
Try me and you dream in the ICU
Time to show and prove, I guess
Time to bust a new move, I guess
Scrollin' through the tube at K. West
Seen myself on the news, so blessed
Dudes don't get this good 'til they death
Rugs from Italy, must be kiddin' me
North Side Long Beach, aborigines
Can't get rid of me, we Black history
[Future & Vince Staples]
9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she bett' not get greedy
I hit the lottery (Northside)
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit the—, I hit the—, I hit the—

When I come around, better stare at the floor (Bitch)
'Cause I'm in that mode, on my own, I got that flavor, Jonathan Major paper
'Specially when y'all cashing out for PDFs and rapers (No Drizzy)
I hope y'all paid attention, no really
I die and I killed myself, tell 'em they killed me (Hey)
I'm in a rush to f*ck up
Y'all wish I used my background as a— (Ah)
Y'all wish I kept on eatin' prison lunch 'cause I'm tweetin' too much
Keepin' it a G is a must
These rappers fell off, they in stasis, make statements
They status is peeing in cups
Ain't nobody freer then us
Ganando dinero como CM Punk (Hey)

9 millimeter, my brother's my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she bett' not get greedy
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit the—, I hit the—, I hit the—

I hear you went down, down, down, down, down
I hear you went down
I hear you went down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Did you go down?

I had to get on my Pac shit, I don't wanna start shit, these rappers is regular food
I bought my bitch some compartments, she thicker than Cartman, she can't f*ck no regular dude

Uh, say that
Uh, say that
Wanna cry on the bus or the Maybach?
If you hate me, my nigga, just say that

I don't know who told these wiggas that actin' like niggas was ever the vibe or the mood
You know that I know that ain't really you
'Cause the blacker the image, the whiter the roots (Say that)

Uh, say that
Uh, say that
Wanna cry on the bus or the Maybach?
If you hate mе, my nigga, just say that
[JPEGMAFIA]
We can take this shit the vеteran way
The Kimber, the Glock, the miniature Drac'
I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm right in your face
Make your shorty give me neck 'til her neck in a brace (Bitch)

Uh, say that
Yeah, say that
Wanna cry on the bus or the Maybach?
If you hate me, my nigga, just say that

Just to be clear I'm the cornerback
We push through on that pass, make you fumble that
I am off the L.T., set it up with smack
Back to back on these bars like some battle rap
You ain't slinging the rock like Candlemass
Need to stay in the crib with your gamer pass

Wanna cry on the bus or the Maybach?
If you hate me, my nigga, just say that

I hear you went
I hear you went
I hear you went down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Did you go down?
I hear you went down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down
I hear you went down?

This how I run when I give it up
Got no juice, listen up
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K pop, put that on my soul
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K pop, put that on my soul
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K pop, put that on my soul
I pray to Allah, Exo
If the cops come around, "No sé qué pasó"
Cut your head off like I'm Sinaloa
The shoes fits on you, then you Cinderella
First one with they ass up, we gon' pin the tail on
I'm f*cking that ho, but she Donatello
Be for real
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K pop, put that on my soul
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K pop, put that on my soul

Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
I hear you went down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
I hear you went down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
I hear you went down, down, down, down, down
I hear you went down

Coke, dope
Is you coked up or doped up?

Ayy, shorty f*ckin' rappers now, say she need a low dose
I'ma take Klonopin and mix it with the Nodoz
Zero fear with me, got it tatted on my torso
Niggas be hating for free and they talkin' about it like they forced, yo
F*ck up out my DMs, nigga, I cannot endorse, yo
The only time I f*ck with amateurs is if it's porno
Bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I bring the pain, I bring the pain
I'm at your neck, don't speak my name
I want respect, ho, keep the change
I jugg and finesse the gamе
Go, go, go, go, go, I will not fall
Go, go, go, go, go, I will not fall

I bring the pain, I bring the pain
I bring the pain, I bring thе pain
I bring the pain, I bring the pain
I bring the pain, I bring the pain
Coked up or doped up?
One, two, uh

Shorty wanna kick it with a masochist
Showed her who I am and now she kickin' with an activist
Inside Malcolm with the soul of a ratchet bitch
Stashed away that Minimoog and brushed up on my Mandarin
You a lapsed fan and I hope you never Stan again
'Cause all my enemies is in jeopardy, better phone a friend
Bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I bring the pain, I bring the pain
I'm at your neck, don't speak my name
I want respect, ho, keep the change
I jugg and finesse the game
Go, go, go, go, go, I will not fall
Go, go, go, go, go, I will not fall

I bring the pain, I bring the pain
I bring the pain, I bring the pain
I bring the pain, I bring the pain
I bring the pain, I bring the pain
Coked up or doped up?

And you'll lose me
And you'll lose me
And you'll lose me
It said follow yourself
And you'll not only find you
But you'll also find me
So rock now

Uh, uh, ta-da
I heard you got dirt on me, my country encouraged me
(I just bought a thirty piece, I just bought a thirty piece)
My famo discourage me, my exes threw dirt on me
(Pistol wrapped in dirty sheets, pistol wrapped in dirty sheets)
I might scratch some numbers off, but I don't play no lottery
I might've broke your homegirl off, but you ain't gotta unfollow me (Facts)
I got ex-friends, know my number and still turned on me
I'm her ex-man, but she pretend she never heard of me
Ho, watch what you say, lie on my name, that therе is perjury
Feels like I'm f*ckin' a ho in the a— You living up thеre with uncertainty (For real)
I promise, before you go, I won't address you personally
But when them boys get to it, they gon' do it to you purposely
Ebrahim Raisi in the heli', feelin' foggy
Money, money, money, it made me feel like I'm targeted
Blowing up like I'm IDF, Netty warrants ain't stoppin' shit
Is you Harvey, Jeffrey, R. Kelly, or is you opposite?
Say that shit, say that shit
Say that shit, say that shit

Pass the rock, I'm open again
Past the point of postin' my friends
Tell me what you gonna do with that Wock', I hit the lab, got to cookin' again
Why go to Heaven? I'm dripping in sin
Why f*ck on her? I can f*ck on her friend
Most of you niggas can't f*ck with my pen
Pocket rocket on me, Invader Zim
You niggas really be scaring the hoes
I scare the bros that ain't got no Black friends
They say sobriety gives you a lens, but all I see is niggas playing pretend
You niggas bitches and need an assist
I run the game and I love when you brick
I'm Luka, bitch, I'm not gonna miss
Your ho, I tongue, like the nigga from Kiss
Free my BM, she ain't do shit
Packin' you up, send you back to your ends
Dead in the water, you swimming with sharks
DM your bitch, play that ho like a harp (F*ck her)
Took that bitch shoppin', go check out my cart (Gimme that)
Switch up the energy, cover the scars
I pledge allegiance, my hand over heart
I pledge allegiance, my— Uh

Easin' up, waking up
Easin' up, waking—
Easin' up, waking up
Easin' up, waking—

I pledge allegiance to my niggas, my hoes, my bitches and me
Every morning, I get down on my knees for a God that I can't see
Every tweet, it come with a cost, every enemy, painted as soft (Dicen que se fue a buscar en el ombligo de la luna)
If you break up, delete it and crop, f*ck my ex and f*ck every cop, uh
Nepo-baby shit, these bitch niggas always got they hand out
Bitch-ass nigga be down for the slide in the crowd when they see a man down, huh
Bitch, I'm not just throwing paint at the wall, I don't do nothing but ball
I can't be racist, I'm chasing the payment and spendin' white faces on weapons of war, huh
This an official decision, I don't give a f*ck
I'm on the cusp
I'm on a mission, dressed like a mortician, I'm spittin' harder than them rapist you bump
Cap on his calender, niggas need silencers, stop with the vinyl, we don't wanna hear dust (Dicen que se fue a buscar en el ombligo de la luna)
Humbles and challenges, hard to keep balance, I'm set on the version, I'm feeding my cubs
Some of you niggas grew up in castles, actin' like life is a hassle
I take a nigga talkin' shit down to the back road, Peggy live life in the backrooms, huh, huh, huh
I ain't born rich, no pot to piss
I make one flick, that's over, that's it
The lies don't stick, narratives ain't fittin'
Now they gotta pivot, the goalpost shifts
Run it up, run it up, run it, my bitch is crazy
Countin' up, countin' up all this bread and— (Whoo)
F*ck who y'all think is the champ, I treat the belt like it's vacant

Easin' up, waking up
Easin' up, waking—
Easin' up, waking up
Easin' up, waking—
Easin' up, waking up
Easin' up, waking—
Easin' up, waking up
Easin' up, waking—
Easin' up, waking up
Easin' up, waking—

You think you know me
What? What? What? What? What? Uh

Every time I get to stickin' and I come around with that Kimber, I'm wearin' a mask
These hoes still in they DJ phase, they comin' up short on peace and cash
I cannot take all these dick-riders, my bitch addicted to hatin' and kissin' my ass
Yeah, bitch, you know I'm too much of a narcissist, f*ck on my reputation for a bag
I can sniff out you proximity bitches, I can't be responsible, I'm not your dad
Up in the mornin', I'm cleanin' my babies, the switch on that bitch, I make sure it don't jam
You niggas know that I'm down with the sickness, crash with the quickness, f*ckin' up bands
Mask got a nigga like I'm Peggy Ipkis, I went to Lipschitz, he gave me Xans
Kimber, Keltec, Rockford, Draco, these are a few of my favorite bands
I'm slim and shady but I'm not a Stan
Tracy McGrady, I jam with one hand
Grow up lil' nigga, you not Peter Pan
Talkin' that shit 'cause you know I'm the one with the beats, the money, the drugs and the land
Godzilla and Kong with the mic in my hand
Jihad Joe, I kick in that door, better hit my line, the bombs don't land (Bitch)

Back in New York, back in the fort, I'm back with the band
Jump out the house, jump off the porch with the .30 in hand
Sue me for libel, I bet you I'm liable to say it again
When I come around, they be quiet, I leave, they be talkin' again (Why?)
F*ck y'all hoes, I know I ain't shit, I'd rather get banned
If I'm in the club, then I'm grippin' my .30, I don't wanna dance
Bitch woke up early to hate, you don't even do this for your man
Paying the price for the fame, I'll never be normal again
I'm so terminally online, goddamn, I gotta check myself
I'm so terminally online, goddamn, I don't respect myself

You think you know me
Out the trenches for you flabbergasted, fat f*cks
It's your boy Denzel Curry in this bitch
And I'm chillin' with my nigga Peggy
You already know what time it is, we goin' around the world with it
And inside your girl with it, you feel me?
Live out of your bitch body like my nigga Wang Zhi
And you know, for Pete's sake
Nigga, the boy Denzel Curry gotta do what it take
To get that motherf*ckin' money and that motherf*ckin' bread
To get it all on your bitch head, you dig?
So, this how we gon' do it

Okay, so I gotta be rude
No matter which way you go, you'll still be a square like a Rubik's Cube
Zeltron, nigga, I am that dude
Me and J-P goin' A-P-E
So I got monkеy bars, but this ain't PE
Everybody said I got ADD but it never add up, I'ma count past three
Mattеr fact, one
All of this devilish shit from D to MC but it's guaranteed to make a rev run
Knee-high jump, better get far or it's T I stomp
South Florida nigga but I'm North Dade, nigga
This year, I'ma be a too-paid nigga
Knockin' off the top, that's a toupee, nigga
I'm a tsunami, the new wave, nigga
Most of your members will be dismembered
When you fall off, bitch, I'm yellin' out, "Timber"
You couldn't f*ck with me if I had Tinder
Last name Curry and the C for charisma
Somebody from Street Fighter 6 on my neck
But you niggas never do it like this
Got a brand new all-gold shin, Akuma hangin' from my neck to my dick
[Denzel Curry]
Live and direct out your bitch pussy
This your boy Denzel Curry in this ho
A.K.A. Zeltron, A.K.A. Big Ultra
Y'all niggas don't know what the f*ck it is
When a real nigga step into a room with some alligator shoes on
'Cause you know we straight out the swamp, straight out the Everglades
Out of Florida, bitch-ass nigga
You feel me? Dade County, Get Sprayed County
Lauderdale or Slaughterdale
You already know what the f*ck it is
Ayy, Peggy, let me talk to 'em one time, hold up

Niggas be beggin' for shit to be different until they get it, then they treat it indifferent
People projectin' they bullshit at you 'cause they dissatisfied with the life that they living
Niggas' net worth be like seventeen bucks while they begging for feet pics from shortys I been in
I can sniff out you proximity hoes, always near some shit going on but never did it
I don't understand when people talk shit on me, they gotta lead with a lie or some fibbing
Friends acting like they don't wanna talk, then start begging for change, I don't know what it's giving
Niggas be tryin' to f*ck on your bitch while they dappin' you up sayin', "I see your vision"
Fake friends turning on me for nothing, they mad 'cause they failed even with an advantage
This is my fight, I just woke up as a child of the light
Jumped on the beat, had to tell it, "Goodnight"
Y'all tried your best but the heat aimin' right
Kimber OG, I'm as high as a kite
Shop for success, well, I brought me a pint
Watch how I whip, I ain't stir-fry the rice
Get your head cracked just for rollin' the dice, uh
Now don't believe hype
Believe what you see, not what's said on the mic
Peggy Chun-Li, I kick out every time
Can't keep me down, so they try block the shine
Try f*ck with my money, try f*ck with my mind
Then acting like f*cking they bitch is a crime
This ain't relatable, this ain't debatable
Somethin' happened to you, it's by design, shh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, man
JPEG motherf*ckin' MAFIA
Makin' grown men emotional since 2008, at least
Now, walk around everywhere as me, you know
And you never catch me out here lookin' like these dirty-ass underground rappers
Locked in the Airbnb somewhere with a bunch of niggas, playin' with each other's dicks
Zero women around, loopin' records nobody wants to hear

Uh, look
On my knees for a God who can hear
I can't pray to no God I can't fear
I think I should have ran me a cult
Quarterback that ho like I'm Peyton on Colts
F*ck-niggas yappin' 'bout me on they alt
But when I see you, it's degrees of assault
You said you see him, you catching a case?
I hope not like the one you got in your vault
'Cause that shit is shaky
Heard the church service said, "Come as you are"
So I showed up with a whole bunch of bitches that hate me
Told my main bitch to stop actin' expensive
Girl, pass me the mic, you as clueless as Stacy
I know that time heals wounds, but my time is money and I can't use time as saline
Pray, for all of my enemies, they either dead or hating, literally faking
Lame-ass niggas get exposed everyday and I don't gotta do nothing more than frustrate him
He's not a threat, bitch, I'm on him, a vet
I had marksman in basic, I never need training
Ayy, they make a career from hating
Ayy, they make a career from faking
I shit-talked my way right into a bag
You pussy in private, beg him for collabs
You pillow-talkin' to these bitches, it's sad
I don't know whether to slap you or laugh
Shower posse, give that baby a bath
I know your label saw a cash grab
You got popped then turned hashtag
Stop yappin' online 'cause you know where I'm at, lil' bitch
F*ck nigga

(I've named this one JPEG)

Look, I ain't really into flashin', I feel like an accident, I'm never chose
They be duckin' points for passion, I feel like it's corny if you ain't on code
Niggas be on my dick for nothing, I be like, "What happened to these niggas, bro?"
Like niggas be really goin' through it, but there's a better way to let the people know
People say I'm never present, I ain't messy, I'm just focused on my goals
'Cause either on or off the drugs, my energy is Tony powderin' his nose
And either on or off the drugs, my energy is Don Magic with the hoes
'Cause I been boxin' with the drugs, I got a good chin like James Toney
Niggas be puttin' your boy in a box, they be actin' like cops, I can never be phony
She be actin' like a thot, I hope it's all an act 'cause she deserves a Tony
I'm either on or off the drugs, K hole or buzz, I cannot atone
'Cause either on or off the drugs, her voice plays in my ear like I'm on hold
The first one was good with the beats
The second one put me up in the deep
The third one was sick, no disease
The fourth, I had to rush it to complete
I don't have no base, it's not a secret
Ain't no happy house, we takin' beatings
The streets and my mind is filled with demons
That's why I be eatin' these bitches like Sara and Tegan
'Cause distractions hittin' every season
These niggas just rhyme, no reason
It's not just a façade that I can see
Or standin' up for guys that don't believe
I'm Michael Jackson dancin' in the mirror
The only one who can't see me is me
The only one who can beat is me
Warriors, I'm CP3
When I see you, it's TTG
F*ck 'em, we don't take EBT
No C-notes, hundred K Tweets
God, I pray my son won't be this weak
God, I pray my daughter won't be this weak, f*ck

[Instrumental Break]

Some of you niggas be talkin' right out of the side of your neck and I can't believe that they be gassin' these lil' hoes
Some of you niggas be sittin' around all day, hatin' on niggas they never met, I just feel sad for you, lil' bro
Baby, you know when I'm wildin' out, I make a mess
I keep the cannon like Nick, I put my bitch in a vest
What did that last one contribute but pussy and stress? Nothin'

Yeah, I know I got scuffles ahead of me
When I'm speaking my mind, it's unsettling
I know liberal feelings is delicate
Fly the plane when you feed 'em they medicine
Got the doctors prescribing us ketamine
Because its more than these shadows I'm wrestling
Drip my bitch in Dior, she decadent
Work so much, you think Peggy was Mexican
They still thinking that Peggy a joke, got procedures in place for the heckling
When they wanna sneak-diss, they say, "Veteran"
I'm like Kelly, Beyoncé, Michelle
Say my name or I can't really tell
Niggas rap like they castin' a spell
Niggas vague, my presence is felt
I'm direct they go everywhere else
I been ratchet since Kenan & Kel
Don't know who you are, be someone else
Don't just copy me, bitch, be yourself
When you got it, they hate you or steal
They gon' laugh every time that you rap
'Til them raps start paying they bills, yeah

Uh, .45 on the hip, ready, pronto
Two cups, champagne, and a rhino
Weapons registered, ready to unload
We don't use it, we beat him like Harpo
All my bitches in love with the co-co
Got my side bitch sniffing Jack Harlow, uh
All my bad hoes bringin' that work home straight to my gamer chair
5'9" knocking down hoes as tall as Angel Reese, I don't care
Ho, don't read my sign, I know I ain't shit, let's not even go there
Heard you f*cking my bitch, I f*cked yours too, let's keep that shit square
Ayy, ball on me, ayy, fall on me
Ayy, put it all on me, babe, what?
What? What? What?
What? What? What?

Oh, yeah
Oh— Oh, yeah
Oh— Oh, yeah
Oh— Oh, yeah
Oh— Oh, yeah
Oh— Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh— Oh, yeah
Oh—

I should've held my tongue
I shouldn't have kept it going
I want a love like water through me
I should've poured my honey slowly
Wash it away, my Rorschach, Rorschach
Wash it away, my Rorschach, Rorschach
Like hell, my hands will give up to twenty times
Hm, my heart will give up too many times
Luck's fallen, I've seen it
My intrusion, there's a limit
I can take and I'm crawling out
Hm-hm, hm-hm
I'm a loner, I'm a loser stuck at home
I'm above it, I'm a winner on my own
For silence, for silence, I want you back in my head
For silence, for silence, I want you back in my bed

[Segue]
Oh, yeah
Oh-

F*ck out the deep end, go get you a float
Uh, y'all niggas always be doin' the most
Black Michael Phelps, just acknowledge the stroke
God-level libra, I swim with a ghost
I switched the channel then lost the remote
She for the world, she belongs to the globe
Gaslighting's popular, learn how to cope
Actin' like hoes, I throw these bands
She hit the floor (Let's get it)
Everyday people pushin' past the limit
Men only know suppressin' what they feeling
I used to work for pennies on the minute
Hunger from struggle, stayed up 'cause I live it
Worked on my muscle, flex on all you bitches
I can't defend this bitch up in the mirror
I'd rather ask forgiveness than permission
Undo that cap, you can't restore the feeling
I'll never chill 'cause y'all really want a nigga broke, like
F*ck the excuses, but y'all really eat off of toxic narratives and jokes, like
Friends, they pass, and some opportunities never come back
If I don't know nothing, know one thing is set
Never react to the demographic with the swag of a cashier at Radio Shack
Talkin' to 'Zel like, "When we start runnin', we ain't finna look back"
You niggas makin' it trendy to trauma bond
Self oppression, it's deeper than rap (Uh)

I'm not afraid for my life
I'm not afraid for my life
I'm not afraid for my life
I'm not afraid for my life
I'm not afr-

[Janet Jackson]
Funny how time flies when you're having fun (Oh), please stay
Funny how time flies (Please stay), when you're having fun
Funny how time flies when you're having fun, mm (Time flies)
Yeah, ooh
Funny how time flies when you're having fun

[JPEGMAFIA]
It's not that I don't love my bitch, but I don't love these side hoes neither
She throwing that shit back at me and I'm catching it like I'm a wide receiver
I know these losers you f*cking ain't hitting it right, I'm Derek Jeter
Heart on my sleeve and cash in my fist
Chase a dream, man, do not chase a bitch
I can't believe that this ho got me breakin', I'm breaking like this

[JPEGMAFIA]
Look, my bitch never got taken from me, I lost her myself
My bitch never got comfort from me, I needed too much help
I can't do one hour a week, I think I need more help
I don't think I need no more fixin', I'll just heal myself
Who's gonna be there when you low, bitch, you or somebody else?
My actions got way too active, I don't want no more help
One hour a week ain't enough for me, I think I need a friend
Everyone that I ever dated deserves better ****
I could have wrote this when I'm faded, but alcohol gives you a lens
When I'm speaking my mind, I'm on demonic time
I got family and fences to mend
Every argument comes with a cost, every dub ends up in a loss
Gotta keep the façade of a boss, every picture developed is tossed
I know bitches that I'll never talk to, I got exes I'm still f*ckin' raw
I been stuck in a car with the child-lock, tryna break out and answer the call
Can you hear it?
Actual love, actual heart, actual caring
Niggas get mad at me when I call out they hating
'Cause they hatin', no debatin'
All on my dick and you know we ain't dating
Bitch nigga, let's face it
We came up out the mud, still got dirt on our faces, now we counting blue faces
White girl slide down the pole and I'm throwing her faces
I could never be racist